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"Hey, Mister!" called the voice. "Are you okay?"

I struggled to focus on the source of the noise. I finally managed to force my eyes open. A man was standing over me, peering down. I didn't recognize him. Why was he bothering me?

"You must have banged your head, Mister," he suggested. "It's kinda bloody in the back. How did you get here, anyway?"

Sitting up was a painful effort, but I managed it. I looked around at my surroundings. How did I get here? I tried to remember how I came to be in some sort of rock pile. When that didn't work, I tried to remember if I had a car. Still, nothing. I kept reaching back farther into time, but I couldn't formulate a memory of any kind.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"Right now, you're sitting in Dan Flood's stone yard, if that's what you're asking," responded the man.

"What state, what country are we in?"

"Well, that's a pretty strange question. This is Pennsylvania. Don't you know what country it's in?" asked the man as if he was talking to a true moron.

"Yes! I do!" I exclaimed. "It's in the United States!"

I felt tremendous relief. I was able to remember something! I began thinking about things I knew, and about what seemed to be blank. I knew the states, colors, words, and clothes. I knew the man next to me was unkempt and thin. I knew I could hear birds in the trees.

I didn't know how I got to this place. I didn't know my age. I didn't even know my name! Then I realized that I knew my identification would be in my wallet. I reached to my back pocket and it was empty. No wallet. I thrust my hands into my Dockers and found nothing. I looked at my fingers. No ring, but it looked like a worn circle on my ring finger. Was I divorced?

"Do you know me?" I asked the man watching me.

"Not really," he replied. "Are you on TV or something that I should?"

"I don't know. I just don't know. I can't remember anything at all about who I am," I admitted worriedly.

"Wow! That's like a movie or something," responded the fellow. "Can you remember where you live?"

"If I could do that, I'd remember something about myself, wouldn't I? I don't have any money or identification on me. What am I going to do?" I wondered.

"Dan is always looking for workers," offered the only man on the planet that I knew even existed. "Why not get a job with him and see if your memory comes back?"

I could see this fellow wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but his suggestion made sense. I would need money and a place to live. I didn't even know what education or skills I might be able to call upon.

"My name's Stan," offered the fellow as he put his hand out.

"John Deere," I answered as I shook his hand.

The man looked at me with a puzzled expression, then he turned his head

to look at the bucket loader parked nearby. A big grin swept across his face.

"I get it! That name's been used before, but hell, my dad was named Stan, same as me. Pleased to meet you, John," chuckled Stan. "It's a damn good thing for you that the Kubota was parked at the other end of the yard!"

"Do you think you could talk to your boss about giving me a job?" I asked. "I don't have a social security number or anything. He won't be able to run a check on me."

"Well, don't let that worry you, John. The boss isn't all that excited about paying taxes anyway. He pays cash at the end of every week. He'll give you ten bucks for every pallet of stone you stack and wire," replied Stan. "Do you have any other clothes? Those pants won't last more than a couple days."

"Stan, all I have is what you see, as far as I know. I'll have to buy some once I make some money," I reasoned. "Take me to your leader."

"You woke up in my yard and want a job?" asked the man smoking the cigar. "How the hell did you get here? Where are you from?"

"Well, Dan," laughed Stan. "What part of can't remember anything don't you get? John can't remember anything about himself. Nothing. He needs a job until he figures out who the hell he is. He might pile rock for years without figuring it out."

That thought seemed to cheer up the man called Dan. He would have an indentured servant for an indefinite period. How come I could remember what an indentured servant was and not my name?"

"Okay, John Deere. I'll give you eight bucks a pallet for every pallet of rock you stack and wire."

"Bullshit! I'll start at ten and once I learn the ropes, I'll expect more," I responded quickly.

"How the hell do you know I pay... ? Stan, you got a big mouth!" bitched Dan as he figured out my information source. "Help Stan do a couple pallets for training and then you can start your own pallet. Stan, get his head cleaned up and show him the ropes."

I soon realized the job wasn't rocket science. Stan showed me how he piled rocks on a pallet. He kept the outside edges fairly straight, and even with the side of the pallet. When he had it about waist high, he took what looked like chicken wire and nailed the bottom to the pallet. Then he circled the pallet with it, trying his best to keep the wire tight. Then he cut off the wire, leaving enough to overlap where he started. Then he stapled the wire to the pallet all the way around and took pieces of wire and drew the overlapped wire tight together. It effectively kept the pile of rocks on the pallet while the guy on the forklift carried it away.

Men were constantly hauling all kinds of rocks into the stone yard. I never knew there were so many kinds of rock and stone in Pennsylvania. I was hired to stack fieldstone, which seemed to come mostly from old stonewalls between properties, or used to separate woods from meadows and pastures.

There was Pennsylvania blue stone, which I learned was found only in this area of Pennsylvania and parts of near-by New York. It was layered and came in thicknesses of half an inch and up. It had been created by ocean waters eons ago.

Now and then a load of stone that had washed from a creek was brought in. These rocks were mostly round and polished smooth from streams running over them for centuries.

It took two of us over half an hour to complete a pallet. In an eight-hour day, that would make one hundred and sixty dollars, if I could work at the same rate as the two of us. I didn't know what I used to earn, but that seemed like enough to live on. I began my first solo pallet. Then reality came to bite me in the ass.

It quickly realized that while I had no idea what my occupation had been, it obviously hadn't involved much physical labor. My back began to ache in the first hour. My stomach was constantly in my way. My fingers began to bleed. Stan saw how I was suffering and took me to the office again.

I came out wearing a special pair of gloves that were made just for rock piling. They were going to cost me twenty dollars out of my first week's pay. Then I wondered what day of the week it was?

I finished two pallets that day. I was sore, my pants were torn and my feet hurt. I had made enough to pay for the gloves I was using!

There were a dozen men piling rock and they all had their laugh at my expense. They even had a pool going about how long I would last. They didn't even conceal it from me. They didn't really care that I knew they doubted my determination. The thing they didn't consider was that I had no place to go.

At the end of the day, Stan offered to let me stay at his place. He lived in a trailer a few miles from the stone yard. I found out that Dan Flood owned the trailer and rented it to Stan. It reminded me of the old coalmines and the company towns.

Stan's place was surprisingly clean. I had adjusted my opinion of Stan several times during the day. His clothes were badly worn and he wasn't an Ivy Leaguer, but he treated me kindly and he worked hard. That was certainly more than a lot of people.

Stan made us a couple hamburgers. That was when I realized I hadn't eaten since, who knew when? I was famished. They were, truthfully, the best burgers I could ever remember eating! Stan had the only bedroom so he gave me a light blanket and pointed to the couch. He sat in a chair to watch TV. I was asleep before the first commercial was over.

Stan woke me up in a very short while. I wondered what was wrong.

"John, it's after five! You can't sleep all day. Get up and ready for work. I'll make a breakfast."

This time, I ate the best breakfast in memory. I picked up the dirty dishes and quickly washed them. I could tell that Stan approved of that. I couldn't afford to wear out the only welcome I had!

The second day was even worse. I managed three pallets and started another, but my back was killing me. My stomach muscles hurt and my head would buzz from time to time. By the time Stan drove me to his place that night, I could barely get out of his pickup. We ate a dinner of macaroni and cheese and washed it down with a beer. Then I gingerly stretched out on the sofa. My back was hurting so badly, I knew I would never sleep.

"John! Get up! It's after five," called Stan as he cooked breakfast.

I was stiff, but at least I could move! I ate my breakfast like a wolf and washed the dishes. My pants were in tatters. By noon, I had finished my started pallet from the previous day and completed two others. My back was sore, but I found that if I kept moving, it loosened up. My legs were a mess, however.

Stan once again led me to the office. I came out wearing a pair of chap-like things that buckled on over what had once been my Dockers.

"How come no one else wears these, Stan?" I asked.

"After you do this for awhile, you don't wear your jeans out so fast," responded Stan. They also can get hotter than hell on a warm day. The biggest reason is that they set you back six pallets, John. I hated to see you spend your money so fast, but it didn't look like you'd make it through the day. These will let you keep working."

"Stan, I can't thank you enough for all your help. You've been a life saver!" I gushed.

"Don't get all mushy, John," laughed Stan. "I have two weeks in the pool."

The chaps helped a lot. They were a bit stiff and they got pretty warm, but my legs were protected. I finished four pallets and the started another that day. It wasn't enough to cover the cost of chaps, but I felt I was making headway. That night I actually watched a little TV before I fell asleep. The next day was payday. I completed five pallets before we stopped for the day.

I had sixty dollars after Flood took out for the gloves and chaps! I felt great. My back had stopped bothering me as much, and my hands and legs were healing. Even the knot on my head had gone down.

"So, tomorrow is Saturday, Stan. What do you usually do on Saturday?" I asked on the ride back to the trailer.

"Well, I've been mulling over all the options, John. The ballet is too crowded and my yacht is in the shop," grinned Stan. "I think I'll pile rocks."

I guess I was used to having Saturdays off in my other life. I was surprised that Stan was going to work and asked him why.

"John, we get paid for what we get done. There are days around here when it's too cold or snowy to get much done. Those of us that want to make it through the winter, tend to bust our asses in the good weather. If we miss a few days work, we still have enough money to live on," he concluded.

The logic behind that was irrefutable. I did talk Stan into taking me to a local Wal-Mart to buy a pair of work shoes, with steel toes! They set me back forty-five dollars. I handed what money I had left to Stan.

"What's this, John?" he asked.

"It's rent and gas money, Stan. I should give you more, but that's all I have. Next week I'll get a couple pair of jeans. Then I won't be walking around in a pair of cut off Dockers, getting all kinds of stares. I'll be able to pay you more for rent and gas, too," I promised.

Stan had found me lying in the stone yard on the morning of May tenth. By August tenth, I had far exceeded everyone's guess in the pool and they all had their money returned. I was at least twenty pounds lighter and tanned a dark brown. My hair had gotten quite long and I had a beard. I felt great physically, but time didn't dull my concern about my past.

I needed to find out who I was and where I came from. Did I have any family? How about kids, or a girl friend, or even a fiancé? I had worn a ring at one time. Had I been divorced? Married and the ring stolen? The problem was that I had no idea how to begin to find out.

I was doing ten pallets a day without busting my ass. I was able to cover what small expenses I had, pay Stan some rent, and hide most of it in a coffee can in the woods. I had no identity and didn't want to try to explain that to a bank. Over time, I made friends with a couple of the truckers that hauled the rock to New York and Long Island. They were independents that were hired by a company from the city.

In conversation, I found out how much they made a trip and where they delivered the stone. It all started my mind working. Next chance I had, I picked up a cheap cell phone. I had asked one of the truckers to bring a few phone books from his delivery area. Then, between pallets, I made a few phone calls to contractors and builders in the metropolitan area around the Big Apple.

One afternoon, one of the friendlier truckers pulled into the yard. I met him and together we went to see Dan Flood.

"Dan, I want to buy a truck load of palleted stone, and I'll pay cash," I told the surprised owner.

He tried to stick me, but I knew what he was getting from the New York buyers, and it was a cash deal. We finally agree on a price and the truck was loaded. I had made an agreement with the driver. He would deliver the load to the address I gave him. The check would be made out to him. He would take his share and bring me the rest the next time he came for a delivery. I would make forty-five dollars profit a pallet and the trucker was making ten per cent more than he normally did.

I realized he could keep the money and deny any agreement we had. I also knew that if he were that type, I was really bad at judging character. Four days later, he rolled into the stone yard and handed me a wad of cash. That was the first of numerous loads of stone I marketed that summer and fall.

It was late September when everything changed. I was helping the trucker secure the load. Usually he tossed the ends of the straps over the pallets of stone to me and I'd ratchet them tight. I stepped back after securing a strap and right against the forklift as it went past with a load of stone. Luckily, it didn't run over my feet. It did, however, bounce me back into the trailer load of rock. My head cracked against the steel body of the trailer.

I must have been knocked out for a few minutes. When I came out of it, several of the guys were gathered around me. Stan was on his knees next to me, splashing some water on my face. It took a few minutes, but I was able to stand and see the trucker on his way. That night I had one hellacious headache!

I popped more than the prescribed number of extra strength pain relievers to little avail. I finally drifted into a troubled dream-filled sleep. The next day seemed to last forever. My head finally quit throbbing around mid afternoon. It settled into a dull ache.

That was when a different trucker pulled into the yard. He was helping out a friend of his by hauling a load for him. I chatted with him while I was taking a break. After a few minutes he seemed to stare at me.

"Do you have a brother or some close relative in Binghamton?" he asked me. "I hauled machinery for a company there a couple years ago and the foreman there looked like a heavier, older version of you."

I was immediately interested in everything the man could tell me. He didn't remember the man's name, but the company was Four Star Equipment. That name sounded familiar! I got directions to the place from him.

It was Friday, and payday. On the way home that evening, I told Stan that I was going to Binghamton the next day.

"I might have family there. The trucker said the guy could be my brother, Stan. I have to try to find out," I explained.

"Well, it's about two hours from here, so we should be there well before noon. We'll have breakfast on the road. I sure get tired of cooking," grinned Stan.

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A few year ago, (I was not yet able to drive, to give you an age), I had been babysitting around my neighborhood to make some extra cash. It's not something that most guys do, but it's a service that most parents need and it seemed like an easy way to earn money and not many of my peers want to work at all.I had been babysitting for two couples on a fairly steady basis when I got a call from a third couple. They wanted me only on Sunday nights and that worked perfectly. I added then to my...

4 years ago
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Babysitting

My parents were helping me with my first year college tuition and board but made it clear that I was on my own as far as paying for fun. There was no money for a car so I made do as best I could. Without a car, I was very limited as far as part time employment was concerned so I fell back on the familiar job of babysitting. My parents did help me get a credit card with a low limit but I had to make the payments myself. I enjoyed the use of the card a little too much and soon had the limit...

2 years ago
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Babysitters Club The Rape Of Mary Ann

The Babysitters Club – The Rape Of Mary AnnBy: The Collector If you have any comments or suggestions about this story, please email me [email protected]    Mary Ann was going through her note book scheduling the other girls to babysit.  A guy called in asking for a babysitter for his baby daughter.   They scheduled Dawn, but the guy asked ?Any way possible I can get Mary Ann? I heard that she is the best out of your group.?   Mary Ann shrugged her shoulders sand said sure.  The next...

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Babysitter Gets Caught Then Gets Schooled

Introduction: Kayleen is one that likes to be in everyones business- like booze. But after Jimmy and Beth Lawson catches their babysitter in the act, they teach her a painful & valuable lesson. But its the lesson that will forever stick with her for the rest of her life. Beth and I have been married now for twenty years, and still going strong. You could say that were a loving, warm-hearted, deeply passionate couple. We couldnt have asked for anything more, a nice home, three beautiful kids. In...

4 years ago
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Babysitter Gets Dismissed Then The Anniversary BreedingTaboo Begins

Introduction: After Kayleen got schooled and dismissed, Jimmy & Beth teaches the twins how to fuck a REAL woman. FROM THE AUTHOR: This is really the fourth & final installment of Babysitter Gets Caught, Babysitter Gets Schooledseries. After Kayleen leaves, thats when the twins decided to help breed their mom. So their dad teaches the pm a lesson on how to seduce an older woman. Be sure you read the EPILOGE at the end of this story. There might be a spinoff, depending on the reviews. Thanks and...

2 years ago
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Babysitter Makes Her Move

Ashley chose her outfit carefully. She wore a simple white blouse with buttons. It was tight, but Mr. Brenner couldn't tell since she kept her sweater on till after he left. Her skirt was loose and short--well above the knees. She decided against a plaid, thinking it was cliché and, instead, went for bright blue. She completed the outfit with a pair of pink ankle socks. She was going for a look that was both innocent and sexy--just short of slutty.And she succeeded beautifully.At the same time,...

1 year ago
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Babysitter Worth Keeping 12

Babysitter Worth KeepingBy Wonder_Dad - Story #12It was quite a stroke of luck after attempting to find a babysitter that would satisfy our requirements for our two k1ds for so long. The girl, Justine, a young girl of 17, whose jet-black hair complimented lily-white skin, was finally hired. I knew little of her, but was learning quickly thanks to advice of her mother, Tatyana. Justine was truly a carbon copy of her mother in looks, but not in actions. I will not digress and re-tell my previous...

3 years ago
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Blackey

: sorry im not a very good speller : I,m not sure why I have these fillings , I guess it all started when I was about 10 years old . We had a dog named Blackey , a very smart cocker spaniel mix ,. He would move cattle for us anywhere we asked him to , all we had to say was Blackey go get the cows and in a little while here he would be coming with 25 or 30 head of cattel out in front .And acted like he had some brains most of the time . He was well trained and one day he just showed up at...

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FRECKLED White Slut Blacktized

I grew up on the outskirts of Indianapolis and attended a catholic school until I turned a freshman. At that point I had to go to a public school which was completely different. The northeast side of Indy has a pretty dense population of black people in the town of Lawrence where I lived. During my time in public high school I interacted more with blacks than I ever had in my life. To be honest, I never associated with blacks because I pretty much felt that they were more rough than I cared to...

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Shoukyaku of Blackflame

Following the eastern coastline of this continent, a serpentine mountain range traverses the terrain that separates the united kingdoms of Altrad from the Mauritzian Sea. Though its peaks reach high enough to be snowcapped, the portion of this rambling dagger-like skyline which we focus on tonight is devoid of frosty white. For a span of countless miles, the precarious mountains are visibly sodden with soot and peppered gray. Ash sifts through the air like desert sandstorms, creating a lifeless...

4 years ago
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Kats Blackening

*Well just a start Kat is 5'1"97lbs a small petite blonde with a little bit of butt and small breasts at 32B, green eyes and not super full lips but yet DSL lips as she has been told. If want to see pics its http://www.flickr.com/photos/katrinasears/ _ Having started a new job Kat agrees to meet some new work mates for a few drinks at a local bar just a few blocks away. Leaving work in a small black dress that goes about 4 inches below the ass and a low cut V that shows what little cleavage she...

Interracial
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Memories of Lady Blackwood

It was a gray, dark fall day. A menacingly thick layer of clouds hung in the sky. The air was loaded with electricity and thick with moisture as it had been for several days as if someone had forgotten to open the gates of heaven and flood the earthly world with a second deluge. The biting wind had shooed everyone save for two figures who were not scared off the cemetery by these hostile conditions. A suggestive hole in the ground gaped prominently between the pastor and the young man dressed...

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Blackberries

“Why are you here?” he asked, walking around her. Her amber eyes followed him. “Use the proper words, and don’t be shy about it. There is no shame, and you shouldn’t be ashamed of your desires.” She took a deep breath, her ample cleavage straining against the simple black slip. Her nipples were hard already with anticipation. “Because I want to be fucked.” Her voice was dark and husky. “That’s my good, primal girl,” he affirmed. He slipped the straps of her slip over her pale shoulders, and...

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10000 Bet turns into 20000 BlackenPT4

I rolled out of bed late in the morning. Having nothing to do I was in no hurry to start a lazy day. Grabbing something to eat I sat down to watch some bad weekend morning TV when the thought of my wife and last night came into my mind. I knew she would not be by today having a wedding and party to go to afterwards. Stretching out on my couch I zoned out as one hour blended into the next. By the afternoon I was bored out of my mind and by the evening I was dying for the day to finally come to...

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10000 Bet turns into 20000 BlackenPT3

As the evening rolled around I got ready for my date with Marisa. Dressing nicely I was going to leave early to make sure I was there on time. Checking myself one last time in the wall mirror I opened my front door. Just as I was about to step outside I saw my wife's car pulling up into the parking lot. As quickly as I could I slammed it shut making sure she hadn't seen me. Why was she here? I rushed over to my kitchen window peering out through the blinds. I saw my wife step out of her car;...

1 year ago
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10000 Bet turns into 20000 BlackenPT2

I woke up late the next morning from what little sleep I did get. It was a rough night being very restless. Had a hard time trying to get what I had seen out of my head and to get what rest I could. Wresting with my thoughts all night long. The feeling of being weak, shocked, and disappointed. How could I let him get away with doing that to my wife? Then again I knew I surely could not fight him on the issue, to burst in and stop them. I am sure all that would have accomplished was me being in...

2 years ago
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I set my Wife Up to take a BBC BlackenPT2

What a mess I am, I thought, as I stroked myself in the bar restroom, thinking about my employee's cock, that huge black fucker that I'd just sucked; the one that would be pumping a load into my wife within the hour. He only let me suck on it because I begged him to show me what he'd be fucking my wife with. He lifted that huge dick to my mouth, telling me if I wanted to see it like my wife was going to see it; I'd have to give him some help. It was awesome. I didn't want to quit once I'd...

4 years ago
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Husband takes the Bait Both BlackenPT2

Peg was up before Paul and Ron. She had showered and brushed her teeth. She seemed to have a funny taste in her mouth and throat, kind of bitter. Memories of her dream wouldn't seem to come to the front of her mind. She seemed to remember sucking and swallowing sperm from a dick. A dream didn't come with taste, did it? No more alcohol for her! A drunk can't even remember their dreams!Ron woke up and heard Peg rattling around downstairs. He walked across the hall and shook Paul awake. "Listen."...

3 years ago
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Mom blackmails

Chapter 1 - My elder sonMy name is Susan, and I had been brought up in the deep south, by deeply religious parents, so i****t was something I'd been brought up not even to think about, let alone get involved with. But that all changed in a morning, and i****t took over my life.I'm married with two sons and twin daughters, which I had early in my life, and over about as short a period as was possible, as I guess that both my husband and I were unusually fertile. My husband is a successful...

2 years ago
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TRUE STORY My wife cheated on me so I blackmai

this is a true story . and she still has never said a thing about any of it We are a avg couple been together for 19 years married for 12 . we have plain old boring sex that long time couple come to have . we have the family thing going we both work have a mortgage doing the grow old together thing . I have always had a fantasy of her banging another guy maybe i join in for the MFM , I told her about it one time during sex . I figured she had some thing like this fantasy or while I am fucking...

4 years ago
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My Visit To Mistress Black Diamond HerrinBlackDi

This woman ROCKS a Dungeon in Berlin!!! WOW!!!With a deep breath, I stepped out of the changing room and back into the hallway. The man who had brought us to the house was standing there, looking like a German mountain with arms and legs. He looked at me from my naked feet and right up to my face. He turned to a table next to him, picked up what looked at first to be a black cloth bag and threw it at me. I caught it and he laughed. In a voice that sounded like the rumble of an ocean...

3 years ago
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StepMothers Sex SlaveCrossdresser blackma

My heart pounds as I tip-toe across the soft, pink carpet in my parents' room. I'm home alone. My stepmother's lingerie collection awaits.A floorboard creaks as I make my way to the dresser. I'm facing my worst nightmare--getting caught playing with Ann's lacy undies. But I'm totally hooked on wrapping myself in her silk and lace. I decide to move forward. The risk adds to the adrenaline rush.I stretch out my fingers to grab the drawer's brass knobs. The sensual pleasures of cross-dressing are...

4 years ago
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My Hot Wife Katie Chapter 5 Katies Blackmai

Katie's Blackmailed It was the day after shopping with Katie and I still couldn't believe that she had given me a blowjob in the changing room. I felt like the luckiest bastard in the world. We hurried home and ended up screwing in our car after parking in the garage. Our sex life couldn't have been better. It was only a few months ago that Katie hadn't even tasted my cock and now she couldn't get enough. Today, I was just lying on the couch watching football while Katie was reading the...

2 years ago
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Ellies night out in Blackpool

In December I had been out as Ellie for the very first time. I had gone out with two t-girls that I had met over the Internet, Julia and Marie. It was such a buzz - I had to do it again. I will never forget the cold blast of air as Ellie nervously went outside for the first time. In January I'd had this email from Marie: Please note the following partying opportunity: Blackpool, 13 March. (Buckets & spades optional) Those of us who took part in the last one had a fabby...

3 years ago
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Blackheart

Blackheart by captv8td [email protected] 1 – BedeviledShe leaned out over the edge of the ship and drank in the salt air as the breeze tousled her hair.  Her jet black mane flowed and ebbed with the air currents and stray tendrils of her hair whipped at her face.  She took in a deep breath.  It had been a long day.The Bedeviled was at anchor now.  She and her officers had seen to the securing of the ship for the night.  Now the duty watch was doing what duty watches do and the rest...

2 years ago
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Teachers Blackening

Dee Rogers' life was boring! She was a beautiful 34B-23-35 blonde, 37-year-old fifth grade teacher whose life was stuffed with routines. She had married Pat just after graduation from a prestigious Southern university. Pat was a contractor and was away for days on end. Reggie Jackson was Dee's student. He had barely finished high school and went to work in the ghetto with other black young men. But Reggie had plans. He rounded up a stable of hoes and started pimping. Dee was concerned about...

2 years ago
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The Adventures of a Blackwoman

Blackwoman drove down the rich suburban neighborhood till she heard what she waited for. There was a dispute going on at the house down the road where a black maid was getting chewed out by a white woman for not cleaning the dishes clean. It was her cue to that the situation needed correction. She turned down the road and parked in the driveway and got out. She loved every moment of this. It was her destiny in life. Arriving at the door, she knocked, and the door opened. The maid was standing...

3 years ago
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Wonders of the US HighwaysChapter 10 Blackfeather

We dropped off Aubrey at her apartment after sizzling kisses for each of us. Mandy stayed in the center seat with her head on my shoulder. The sun was just about to touch the mountains in the west. “It’s early,” she said. “Why don’t you drive me up to the pass? I’ll show you a couple things about the area you’re writing about.” It sounded like a good idea to me, so I gladly drove the twenty-five miles out to Centennial and then four more miles to the top of the pass. When we got to the top,...

3 years ago
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Daves Australian OdysseyChapter 35 Cunnamulla to Blackall

Saturday Week 13 Dave decided to give the girls some space, so went for another bike ride before breakfast. He would have liked to have been a fly on the wall, because he figured that Wendy was going to tell Kellie what had happened yesterday afternoon and why she had left the light on while she made love to Kellie. He found out later that afternoon that he was right. When he got back, there didn't seem to be any problem and Kellie was happily preparing breakfast for them. It was almost...

1 year ago
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The United Kingdom of Zoo A fake BBC documentary seriesS11 E15 Marnie Coburn 43 from Blackburn

We start this week’s show with a drone shot, flying over endless terraces streets of old homes. Black roofs, barely a solar panel in sight, narrow streets crowded with parked cars... Then we cut to ground level in one of those narrow streets, seeing the cars parked on the pavement on either side, giving just enough room for another car to squeeze through. Terraced two-story houses line either side of the street, behind small walls that protect about a meter of concrete rather than a...

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