Experiment
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Silence draped over the suburban street like a hot and sticky blanket. Heat rippled up from the asphalt in waves. Only the low thrum of air conditioners disturbed the silence.
A neat row of identical brick-clad houses lined each side of the street. Red terra-cotta tiles adorned every roof. Only the layout and upkeep of the front yards and the colours of curtains in the windows hinted at the individual personalities of the occupants.
An intruder disturbed the silence – shattering the stillness of the scene with its sudden noise and movement.
A once-white minivan trundled noisily down the street – its engine labouring in the heat. A thick coating of dirt covered its entire surface except for the distinctive pattern left by the wipers on the front windscreen. It pulled up outside the third house from the end with a toot of its horn and a puff of smoke from its exhaust.
The van doors opened and people of all ages spilled from every available orifice – very much like a disturbed ant nest disgorging ants. Every one of them had the same dark hair, the same distinctively Mediterranean facial features and the same stocky build. Every one of this multitude clearly belonged to the same family. From the youngest child aged four or five up to the elderly grandparents well past their prime, they all looked alike. The clothing of choice was shorts and a t-shirt and a pair of flip-flops on their feet.
They were all clearly of the same family – all except for one.
Ten year old Sally Dunstan obviously did not belong with the rest. Her pale white skin, blue eyes, blond hair and slender form made her stand out like a beacon amongst the others. She was like a single dove in the middle of a flock of pigeons. The chaos and noise around the minivan decreased as one by one each of the crowd wrapped Sally in a warm embrace, kissed her, made some sort of personal farewell and then climbed back into the van. Soon the only ones left standing outside were Sally, her best friend Mona Puretti, and Mona's father who had stood patiently amongst the chaos – all the while holding Sally's bright pink travel bag in one large and meaty paw.
The three of them made their way up the path to the front door of the third house from the end, where Sally pressed the button. Chimes sounded somewhere deep inside the house.
Sally and Mona hugged and kissed again just as the door opened. In the doorway stood an older, taller, more formally dressed version of Sally.
"Hi Mum," said Sally. "I'm home."
She then turned to Mr Puretti.
"Thanks again for having me, Mr Puretti. I had such an awesome time."
Sally wrapped her arms around Mr Puretti and gave him one last hug – a hug which was returned in full.
"You are most welcome," said Mr Puretti as he broke from the hug. He kissed both of her cheeks. Then he handed Sally her bag and stepped back. "We'd love to have you again sometime."
Mrs Dunstan had watched all of the hugging and kissing with a slightly confused expression on her face.
"I hope Sally wasn't any trouble," Mrs Dunstan said to Mr Puretti
"She was quite delightful. I'm already looking forward to her visiting with us again," came the response.
Mr Puretti turned to Sally. "Well, ciao! Don't forget our deal."
"See you at school," said Mona. "Call me sometime. Ciao!"
"Ciao!" said Sally, with a giggle.
Mr Puretti put his arm around his daughter and led her back to the van. Sally stood on the doorstep and waved as the van started up with another puff of smoke and another toot of its horn. Soon enough the van was driving away down the road with what looked like a dozen waving hands barely visible through its grimy windows.
Sally waved until the van was out of sight and then turned to her mother.
"I had such an awesome time. You wouldn't believe how much fun I've had."
"Well, come inside then. You're letting the cool air out," said Sally's mother.
She stepped out of the way so that Sally could come into the house.
"Are you hungry? Dinner won't be for another hour."
"I'll be fine until then, Mum. I could do with a drink though. It was hot in that van."
"You know where the kitchen is. There's water in the tap and there's juice in the fridge. I'll need you to set the table for dinner. Off you go, then."
Sally's mother stood still and watched as Sally grinned cheerfully.
"Hey, Mum. Check this out!"
Sally lifted up the front of her shirt to reveal that her skin was decorated with a string of flowers that looped around her belly-button and then trailed its way up towards the centre of her chest.
"Well! Goodness!" she said – for want of anything better to say.
"Is that a tattoo?"
"No, Mum. It's just temporary – it's drawn on with ink. It will probably only last a couple of days."
"Why would anybody go to so much trouble to do something like that if it's only going to last such a short time?"
Sally shrugged. "Mona's Auntie is an artist. She likes doing stuff like this. Half the fun of it is because it's temporary."
"But it's under your shirt. Nobody is going to see it."
Sally laughed and pulled her shirt back down.
"They will if I don't wear a shirt!" said Sally.
Then she started lugging her bag two-handed down the hallway.
"But..." Mrs Dunstan stopped herself when she realised that Sally had finished the conversation.
"Dinner's ready in an hour!" Mrs Dunstan called out to her rapidly disappearing daughter.
Mrs Dunstan stared down the hallway after Sally for some time. Then she sighed and shook her head. She used her foot to straighten the doormat which Sally had somehow managed to shift out of place and went back to the front room where she resumed reading her magazine.
Sally dropped her bag in the entrance to the spotless kitchen. She went over to the counter and climbed onto it so she could reach the high cupboard where the glasses were stored. She took out a glass, jumped down off the counter and filled her glass at the tap. She tilted the glass and drank the entire contents in one long, continuous series of gulps. When she finished, she stood for a moment with her eyes closed and held the cold but empty glass against her sticky forehead.
"Aaah! That's better!" she said to the empty kitchen.
Sally took the glass over to the dishwasher and placed it inside. Then she opened the door of the cupboard below the sink, took out a cloth that was hanging there and carefully wiped away splashes of water from around the sink. She then hung the cloth back in its place below the sink and closed the cupboard door.
Thirst quenched – at least for the moment – Sally retrieved her bag from the doorway and lugged it down the hallway.
Sally pushed the door of the study open and stood in the doorway.
"Hey Daddy! I'm home!"
Mr Dunstan pushed his glasses up his nose and looked through them at his daughter.
"So I see."
"I had a great time, Daddy," said Sally.
"I'm pleased to hear it. Are you well? Are you injured? Do you still have all your fingers?"
"Yes, Daddy. See?" Sally held up both hands and wiggled her fingers. "I got a cut on my leg but Mrs Puretti put a band-aid on it. See?"
Sally lifted her leg and twisted so she could show her dad the brightly coloured band-aid on the side of her shin.
"What the dickens is that?"
"It's a Donald Duck band-aid. She had all different sorts of Disney band-aids for the little kids. She had normal ones too, but I thought this was more fun."
"Ah! So is this cut serious? Do you need to see a doctor?"
Sally giggled.
"I shouldn't think so, Daddy. If my leg drops off, I'll let you know and you can take me to a doctor then. Okay?"
Mr Dunstan adjusted his glasses again.
"The point is to see the doctor before your leg falls off. Preventative maintenance is important. It's always cheaper to maintain something properly than it is to repair it once it's broken. I'm quite sure that the same principle holds true for healthcare."
Sally giggled again.
"Yes, Daddy. I'll remember that. I'm going to my room to unpack my bag. Talk to you later. Bye Daddy!"
Sally used both hands to pick up her bag.
"Oof! Mum was right, Daddy. I packed way too much stuff."
"It sounds like you've learnt a valuable lesson. Perhaps, next time you'll listen to your mother."
"I always listen to my mother. I just don't always do what she says."
"Ah! The difference is significant."
"By the way. Mum said that dinner would be ready in an hour. We're having fried lizard brains on toast."
Mr Dunstan blinked at his daughter a couple of times.
"Well! That will be something different. I'll see you at dinner, then."
"Okay, Daddy. See ya later!"
Mr Dunstan stared at the empty doorway for a moment and then shook his head and turned back to his desk so that he could resume working.
Sally used her bum to push her bedroom door closed behind her and dropped her bag on the floor. She looked around the room. It was exactly the way she had left it a week before. Everything was in its place. The entire room was neat and tidy and spotlessly clean. Not a thing was out of place. It was the way her Mum wanted it. It was what Sally was used to. But after a week of living with the organised chaos that was the Puretti household, Sally was seeing her room with fresh eyes.
Sally wondered what her room would look like if it was messy. She tilted her head to one side and pursed her lips while she thought about it. Then she picked up her bag, up-ended it, and then she swung the bag so its contents flew out and spread all over the floor. She stepped back and looked around. No! She decided that she definitely liked it better when her room was tidy. But she figured she was fortunate to have a room so big and to have so much closet space that she could keep everything put away without her belongings spilling out into the room and piling up in the corners.
Sally spent the next five minutes picking up the mess she had made. All of the clothes went into the laundry basket concealed neatly behind her closet door. Her hair brush went into its place in the top drawer of her dresser. Her little toilet-bag with her tooth-brush and shampoo and deodorant and so forth went into the cupboard in the bathroom. The couple of books she had taken returned to their places in the bookshelf – filed alphabetically by author – and her shoes went into their special pockets on the side wall of her closet. Even her travel bag had a place up high on the top shelf of her closet – she had to climb up the shelves to put that away.
Five minutes later she stood back and looked around the room. It was back to its usual tidy condition. Anybody looking into the room wouldn't be able to tell she'd been there. She was quite pleased. That was the way it was supposed to be.
Sally went into the attached bathroom and ran the bath. Then she went back into her bedroom, removed the clothes she was wearing and added them to the laundry basket. A moment later she was sighing in relief as she sank into the bath.
A short time later, Sally returned to her bedroom wearing nothing but a smile. She carried a towel in her hand which she carefully laid down on the seat in front of her dresser before sitting down. She took a comb from the top drawer of her dresser and ran it through her still-damp hair. Sally returned the comb to its place and stood up, picking up the towel she'd been sitting on.
Sally went to her desk, laid out the towel again and sat down. From the desk drawer she took a ruler and several different coloured pens. She put the ruler down parallel to the edge of the desk and lined up the pens above the ruler. Then, from the bookshelf above her desk, she pulled out an exercise book which had the word "Experiments" written in large letters on the front cover.
Opening the book, she quickly flipped past page after page, each of which had a heading with "Experiment" followed by a number. Eventually she found the first unused page. She opened the book fully and pressed down so that it lay flat on her desk.
With her ruler and her red pen she carefully ruled a margin exactly 2.5cm in from the side of the page. Swapping between black, green and blue pens to distinguish between different sections, she started to write in her careful, primary-school-neat cursive script.
Experiment 36
Hypothesis: Mr and Mrs Dunstan (aka Sally's parents) are aliens.
Aim: (a) To gather more evidence for or against the hypothesis and (b) To help Mr and Mrs Dunstan (aka Sally's parents) act more like humans.
Note: Part b is considered valuable regardless of whether the hypothesis is true or false.
Method: Add one Sally. Stir vigorously. Observe.
Sally stopped writing and held her pen loosely between her fingers – letting the pen tap repeatedly against the desk. She bit her lip nervously and then started writing again.
Note 1: Sally should be all that she can be.
Note 2: For maximum effect, Sally should be naked.
Note 3: Sticking to both Note 1 and Note 2 at the same time is expected to be difficuld.
Sally put her pen back down next to the ruler and read back through what she had written. She tsked to herself in annoyance when she read the last sentence. Carefully, she corrected her spelling of the word "difficult" and then sat back with a satisfied nod.
Sally closed the book and filed it back in its place on her bookshelf. She then returned her ruler and pens to their places in the desk drawer. She stood and walked over to her closet and opened the door. The inside of the closet door had a full length mirror attached to it.
Sally used the mirror to look herself carefully up and down. She took a moment to admire the floral pattern that trailed around her stomach and up onto her chest. She decided it really was quite pretty. And the colours seemed to go nicely with the colour of her eyes and her hair. She thought that Mona's auntie had done a really good job.
Sally held her hands down at her sides and shook her fingers. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She did that again.
"Come on, Sally," she said quietly to her naked reflection. "You can do this. Be all that you can be."
Sally flipped her hair back over her shoulders and strode to the door. She turned and cast one last critical glance around the room. Satisfied that the appearance of her room met her usual standards she spun and walked out through the door – as naked as the day she was born.
Sally pushed the door of the study open and stood in the doorway.
"Hey Daddy!"
"Mmm!" came the response. Sally's father was in the middle of a complex calculation and didn't even spare his daughter a glance.
Sally giggled. "I'm just going to get some juice from the kitchen. Would you like some?"
"That would be lovely, Sally. Thank you."
"'Kay then. Back in a tick."
Sally spun on the spot and skipped away down the hallway, just as her father turned to look at her. He had a brief impression of flying hair and a pink back. He blinked twice and then shook his head. He took his glasses off and polished them. Very quickly he returned to his work.
Sally whistled tunelessly as she skipped into the kitchen. She climbed up onto the counter so that she could reach the high cupboard where the glasses were stored. Just as she had a glass in each hand, she heard a gasp from behind her.
"Sally! What are you doing?" asked her mother.
Sally giggled. "I'm just getting glasses to pour some juice. I told you before that I was thirsty."
Sally carefully placed the two glasses in a row on the counter.
"But where are your clothes?"
"Oh! That!" Sally jumped down from the counter.
"My clothes are in my room. Some of them are in the laundry basket, the rest are in the closet."
"Well you should probably go and put some of them on. What would your father say if he saw you like that?"
Sally shrugged. "I was just talking to Daddy. He didn't say anything about that. He didn't even say anything about my flowers. He said he'd like some juice. That's why there are two glasses."
Mrs Dunstan opened her mouth and then closed it again.
Sally went to the fridge and took out the carton of juice.
"So what's for dinner tonight, Mum?"
"Oh! After such a hot day, I didn't want to cook. We'll just have some cold cuts of roast lamb and some fresh salad. I made a mint sauce for the lamb."
"Awesome!" Sally giggled and started to pour. "I told Daddy we were having fried lizard brains."
"Why would you say that?"
"I didn't know what we were having so I made a guess. Looks like I guessed wrong, huh?"
"Well, goodness!"
Sally was thinking to herself that her mother had absolutely no sense of humour whatsoever. She decided to count that as evidence that her mother wasn't human.
Sally put the juice back in the fridge and closed the door.
"Ooh!" she said.
Sally opened the fridge door and then closed it again.
"That's the most awesome feeling. You should try this, Mum."
"Try what?"
"Take off your clothes and stand in front of the fridge. When you close the door it makes a cold wind. It's the most awesome feeling. It's just the most perfect thing to do on a hot day."
"Well, I..."
"You should give it a try, Mum. See ya later!"
Sally picked up the two glasses of juice and walked carefully out of the kitchen – taking extra care to walk smoothly so the juice wouldn't spill.
"Er..." said Mrs Dunstan. Then she realised she was talking to an empty room and stopped talking. She sat down on one of the kitchen chairs.
"Well!" she said to the empty room. "Goodness!"
The study door was still open after Sally's last visit so it was easy for her to walk into the room. She was still walking extra carefully so as not to spill the juice she was carrying.
"I brought you juice, Daddy!" she called out. "Where should I put it down?"
"Hrrumph!" An arm waved and pointed at a clear spot on the desk.
"Daddy!" called Sally as sharply as she could. "You need to take a break from your work and drink your juice. If you don't watch what you're doing, you'll spill it and all your papers will be ruined."
Mr Dunstan cleared his throat and turned – pushing his glasses up his nose so that he could see beyond the paperwork.
"I do know how to drink ... wha???"
Mr Dunstan's eyes went wide – an action exaggerated by the magnification of his glasses so that from Sally's point of view they nearly popped out of his head.
"Uh ... uh! Sally! What happened to your clothes?"
"The clothes I was wearing were grotty after the long ride in the van so I took them off and put them in the hamper to be washed. The rest of my clothes are still in my closet. Nothing happened to them."
Sally shrugged and smiled at her father – as if she was doing the most normal thing in the world.
"But ... but ... uh! You should probably go and put something on. What would your mother say if she saw you like that?"
Sally shrugged.
"I was just talking to Mum in the kitchen. She didn't seem to mind too much. We talked about what we'll be having for dinner. Turns out we aren't having fried lizard brains after all. I guess I was wrong about that."
"Oh? Er ... um! Well! I suppose we should be thankful for small mercies. What's that on your front?"
"Oh, this? It's kind of like a rash, isn't it? It just appeared on my skin while I was lying out on the grass. Mrs Puretti said it happens to her family a lot – mostly when they're staying at the cabin. She said it should fade away in a couple of days."
"It looks a lot like flowers."
"Yes, it does, doesn't it? Isn't that weird?"
"Quite!"
Sally had figured out a long time ago that her father took everything she said as true, regardless of how outrageous it was. She couldn't decide if that was his idea of being funny or if he really believed everything she said. She didn't know whether that should count for or against her hypothesis. She shrugged to herself and decided to look for more evidence.
Sally sipped from her juice and put it down on the desk in one of the few small spaces clear of papers. She pulled a second chair up to the desk next to her fathers and sat on it.
"So Daddy! What'cha doin?"
"Are you really going to sit in here and talk to me while you're dressed like that?"
"Sure! It's way cooler than wearing stuffy clothes. You should try it, Daddy. You'll feel so much better."
"Er! I don't think I'm supposed to do that."
"Oh! Okay then, forget about that idea. I want to know what you're doing."
"I'm doing my job – surely that should be obvious."
"Yes, but what is that? I don't really know what you do."
"I'm a stock analyst – I'm sure I've told you that before."
"Yes, you have. But I don't really know what that means. What does a stock analyst do?"
Mr Dunstan turned and frowned at his desk as if he hoped the answer would be there.
"I look at the financial information about different companies. Then I make recommendations about whether my customers should buy or sell shares in those companies."
"Huh! So! Is it fun?"
"What?"
"Is it fun? Do you enjoy doing that?"
Sally's father looked confused. "It's my job!"
"Yeah but ... oh ... never mind. What company are you looking at right now?"
"Telstra. It's the biggest phone company in Australia."
"Really? I've heard of Telstra. So what does that graph tell you?" Sally pointed at the computer screen.
"That is showing me the debt to equity ratio for Telstra over the last two years."
"What is the debt to equity ratio?"
Sally listened carefully while her father explained what he was doing – or at least, tried to explain what he was doing. She only understood about half of the explanation but she didn't let that worry her. More importantly, it was the first time she'd ever gotten her father to talk about his work and she was enjoying it. She figured she was on a roll and wanted to keep her father talking. Each time he wound down, she would pick something out of what he'd just been saying and ask another question about it. If she couldn't think of anything else, she would pick one of the documents scattered around the desk and ask what the document was for.
Sally's father started using the computer to display graph after graph. His explanation about the graphs used so many big words that she couldn't even guess what he was saying. Sally leaned back and looked at her father's face. He seemed to be excited about what he was saying. She suspected that she was seeing her father actually happy about what he was doing.
This was a good thing. Sally decided to count that as evidence for him being human with real feelings and emotions.
She wondered if her being naked had anything to do with getting her father talking in this way. He never talked like this before when she was wearing clothes. At the start it had almost seemed like he was relieved to look at his work and talk about that instead of looking at her. Sally didn't really understand why he might act like that just because she was naked. Sally decided that might be evidence that he wasn't human.
Sally realised with a start that her father had stopped talking and was rearranging the papers on his desk.
"So Daddy. People pay you to do all this work and tell them what you find out. Is that right?"
"That's about it, yes."
"And mostly you sit here in the study and email your reports to the people who pay you."
"That's right."
"So what were you doing on your business trip this week? Were you visiting the people you send reports to?"
"No. I don't need to meet them. I was visiting a few of the companies I do reviews on."
"Was it a good trip? Did you find out anything useful?"
"Yes, I did. The trip was very worthwhile."
"That's awesome. Well! I better go and set the table. See you at dinner, Daddy!"
Sally danced around the dining room as she set the table. The table was a large one with seating for eight people. Mr Dunstan usually sat at one end and Mrs Dunstan sat at the other end with Sally on the middle chair of one side. Out of habit, Sally set the table exactly the same way.
Sally shimmied sideways, spun and stepped as she took placemats and napkins out of their drawers and set them in the usual places. She moonwalked back from the table, then dipped and swung her head, sending her blond hair whipping around and around. Then she sashayed left and sashayed right as she made her way to the silverware drawer. Three sets of knives, forks and spoons glittered in the air as she held them above her head and moshed her way back to the table. To place the first set of items she leaned forward and held an arabesque with her back leg bent up behind her. She straightened and did a kind of breakdance sideways move to get into position for placing the second set of cutlery. This time she had more room behind her so she did a more formal arabesque, lifting her back leg straight out behind her and then up until it was pointing almost directly up – maybe ten or fifteen degrees short of making a perfectly straight line up and down between her two sets of toes.
Sally had felt extra tightness in her legs as she held that pose and knew she hadn't made the perfect form that she'd been aiming for. She came down out of it with a frown on her face.
"I must do more stretching," she told herself as she finished setting the table. "I really didn't do any proper stretching at all for the entire week I was with Mona and her family."
When Sally finished, she stepped back and looked at the table. With Mona's family, everybody had been crowded together on benches around their table. There had been so much conversation that she couldn't keep track of everything that was being said. Meal times had actually been fun instead of just being a time to eat food. The whole experience had been a revelation to Sally. She tilted her head to one side and looked at the table.
She was trying to think how she could get her parents talking during dinner.
"I know!" she exclaimed.
Quickly, Sally dashed around the table and moved all of the place settings. In a very short amount of time, she'd reset the table so that all three settings were grouped around one end of the table.
"That should help," she announced.
She went back to the cabinet and took out crystal tumblers and set one at each place. Then she took out two of the good crystal wine glasses and placed them where she wanted her parents to sit.
"Wine might help even more!"
Sally placed an extra mat on the table and took one of the carafes out of the cupboard. Then she walked into the kitchen to fill the carafe. Her mother was there, setting out plates ready to serve up dinner.
"Wait on, Mum," said Sally. "Don't use those plates."
Sally put the carafe down on the bench and raced back into the dining room. She took three of the good china plates out of the cupboard and took them back to the kitchen.
Mrs Dunstan frowned at the sight of them. "The china plates are only for special occasions."
"This is a special occasion, Mum. You are welcoming me home after my week away."
"Oh! I didn't think of that. I suppose it is a special occasion, isn't it? Do you think we should dress up properly?"
"I don't mind what you wear, Mum. You can stay like you are, or get all dressed up. I don't care about that. You could even wear nothing at all and we could all have dinner in the nude." Sally giggled. "After all, that's what I'll be doing."
Sally did a pirouette on the spot and finished it with a flourish of her arms.
"Oh! Well! Goodness! I would have thought it would be proper to be dressed for dinner. Don't you?"
"I am dressed for dinner, Mum. I'm wearing a suit – my birthday suit. This is my party after all, and I should be allowed to dress the way I want to. And this is the way I want to dress."
Sally picked up the carafe and filled it with water from the tap, completely ignoring the confused expression on her mother's face. She went to the fridge and took out a tray of ice-cubes – half of which she added to the water. Then she put the filled carafe into the fridge.
Sally opened the pantry door and took a random bottle from the wine rack.
"What about wine, Mum? Is this okay?" Sally asked as she held up the bottle.
"Well! I'm sure it'll be fine. Did you take it from the left end? I always take the one from the left and move the rest along one place. There are supposed to be rules for what type of wine to drink with different meals but my parents didn't drink wine so I never learnt them. Put the bottle in the fridge, Sally. In the hot weather, having the wine a bit chilled seems to make it better."
Mrs Dunstan lined up the three china plates along the counter ready to serve out dinner. She looked down at her clothes and back at the plates.
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BDSMSo me and my mate are at my house, playing PS3 in the living room. He is round for a sleepover and we are both straight. It's relatively early and we start talking about girls. I quickly start getting aroused and note that he too, appears to be getting a boner. It's my turn and I pause the game, and we both reach a kind of mutual understanding through eye contact. 'We both turn around, then on the count of 3 we spin with our cocks out,' I say. 'Sound like a deal?' 'Sure,' he says. So,...
GayI always wondered how come my panties would be wet in the morning. My husbands brother lived with us. My husband would go on long trips with his company and would be home alone with Drew. Always on the days my husband was away my panties would be soaked on the outer and inner. One night I decided to set up a camera in my bedroom to see if I was moving around or having wet dreams. To my surprise the video taped showed Drew coming in the room with just his underwear on he would lay next to me...
Coach Greg was the head coach. He was very appreciative of all of Vicki's work and also had a little crush on her. He decided to "thank" her by offering to buy her a drink after all the players were retired to their rooms. At first Vicki did not think it was a good idea, but decided it could not hurt and needed to unwind. She also remembered that the night before, he busted her when she left Jeff's room (another married parent). She thought it might help to see if he would say anything....
After my mom divorced my dad , my mom was sad for about a year and then she met Mr. Bill. Mr. Bill was good to my mother and he changed our lifestyle when mom and him married. We moved into a new big house and mom got a new car and we lived a fairly normal life. Bill was nice to me and I liked him but I wasnt ready to call him daddy as I had a dad and he was still active in my life. I just figured if it made my mom happy that's all that mattered as she clearly was happier now that Bill was in...
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Black Porn SitesLeighann arrived at the campus fitness center ready for a workout. Soccer practice was set to resume with strict guidelines from the NCAA and the University. Naturally, the Coach thought each player should have a private session with the strength trainer to avoid overcrowding.It was a necessary plan. Although she missed the comradery and sisterhood of a sports team, the fact was, the statewide lockdown had surely taken its toll on everyone's athleticism to some degree. With the level of...
As promised, Laura called me every day during my last three weeks at the stateside base, always at eight p.m., always for 15 minutes. We talked about everything. "Have your toe nails grown out?" she asked one night. "What?" "You cut them too short. I noticed the nail on your pinkie was cut to the quick. Remember? You were doing me with your big toe and I saw how short your nails are." "Laura, I didn't 'do you' with my big toe, it must have been someone else. You must be...
Tomorrow I will be forty years old. My story, however, begins nine years ago when I was thirty one... My name is Jessica. I've been happily married for nine years to a wonderful caring man I met in college. We have two lovely children, a boy six and a daughter eight. My 31st birthday was yesterday and, as usual, my husband treated me to a night of dinner and dancing. He so enjoys doing for me that my pleasure's are equalled only by the delight he derives from making me happy. We want for...
Author’s note: This is my first ever story! It comes from one of my rape fantasies and there is more of the story to come, if the reviews are positive. I also have some real life sub/slave experiences that could make for good reading, as well as other rape fantasies. But I wanted to get my first time out of the way (kind of like losing my virginity again!) and see what people think. Please email me any comments you might have. My email is [email protected]. As I lay in bed listening for...
She was exactly my type. Short brown hair, so pretty, so little. Her hands were delicate and her smile quick. She bobbed her head and sang along with each song the rink announcer played. I knew I shouldn’t use my power, but she was too tempting. She was just irresistible. I was at a hockey game. The home team was winning. Twenty thousand fans were around me screaming. I saw only her. She was with her boyfriend. This Italian looking punk that I hated on sight. She kept cuddling up to him,...
This story I'm about to let everyone read is very Real and True to the fact!!It all began when I was 17, I had just moved suburb's with my parents and my 2 brothers.I didn't know many people in the area and finally got to meet some people around my age that lived just down the road, there were 2 sisters and 2 brothers, the oldest was one off the sisters, she was sixteen and very very attractive, she had the perfect figure a size 8 and a lovely round tight little ass and from what I could tell...
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Adam slept in on Wednesday morning. Allie was cuddled up on his chest and Rebecca and Trinity were on his shoulders. Karlie was draped over Trinity and Sarah was snoring lightly as she held on to Rebecca. He saw absolutely no reason change that situation. Allie and Trinity had been awake when he, Erin and Shelly came to bed the night before. Although they were a bit perturbed at not being invited for the show, they showed no displeasure at what had transpired. "We OK'd that one two...
Are you a fan of overly obvious sexual innuendo? Well, Dani Rivers and Rosalyn Sphinx are. These stepsisters cant help but make jokes about nuts while eating their snacks. At least they have good hygienic practices. They brush their teeth and then take a stepsisterly rest together, tops off of course. Later on, Dani hatches an ingenious scheme. Shes been fooling around with a guy recently, and since everyone is always calling Dani and Rosalyn twins, she thinks they she should do a switch up on...
xmoviesforyouHi Friends Sandy is back with one more encounter if you like this please mail me Your responses will encourage me more to write.It was a warm summer day, the trees swaying slightly in the breeze as Zeba walked out onto the deck. Zeba’d been cleaning all day and was ready for a well deserved break. Setting her glass of tea down on the table, Zeba settled into her chair and opened her book. Out of the corner of her eye Zeba caught a glimpse of him, mowing his lawn. “This must be the new...
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In a span of just two years, my life and that of my wife Ann, has taken a dramatic turn. While neither of us could be painted conservatives, our sex life was not very daring. We were a married couple who were shocked when we found out that a couple close to us had split up after the wife caught her husband with a little on the side. Ann had inquired if I had ever thought about cheating. I replied honestly that it had never crossed my mind. Then a chance afternoon encounter while taking a sauna...
My best friend Julie and I were always together, getting into trouble and having fun. In school we were known as the "Two Pranksters". In class we would cheat on test together and usually get the same failing grade. We were in all the same classes which drove the teachers absolutely crazy. We even wore the exact size clothes and swapped our clothes so often that we didn't know for sure who owned what. At some of the school dances we would sneak off and swap dresses just to confuse our dates....
For all the temple where Beog was supposed to have placed his foot was neglected and reckoned small by those few Orcs who knew of it, however, small is a matter of scale. The temple was only small compared to other temples. On Earth, it would have been thought of as cathedral sized. A grossly ugly cathedral at that with the usual Orc ability to mismatch building styles in putting together a utilitarian whole. Other than about ten priests who went through some form of daily ritual, there were...
My day started off on a bad note the alarm didn’t go off and everything else followed suite. From missing my turn to getting a drink spilled all over my new skirt, being late to work and getting dumped by my no ex-boyfriend who couldn’t even call just sends me a text. After a deflating day at work and thinking that it couldn’t get worse it starts to rain and my umbrella is locked in my car with the keys. Finally getting home to what I thought was going to be the end of my worst day ever I...
In The Housemate, Jessa had recently broken up with her live-in boyfriend. She found it tough no longer having a man in her life, and it was a real shock when she had to start looking for her own place. Jessa didn’t want to live in an apartment or with friends, but she got lucky when she found a room for rent at a beautiful house in the hills. She got even luckier with the good looking owner of the house, Seth Gamble. Jessa wanted to fuck her housemate badly but it had been weeks and he still...
xmoviesforyouDenise's Summer of SlaveryDenise's father walked in on her while she wastaking a shower. Opening the shower door he pulled her out soaking wet. Shefell into his arms without a fight and he kissed her forehead. Denise was sixteen. Her father had been sexually molesting her since shewas eleven. It was the family secret that no one else knew, not even her motheror her two brothers. But that would soon change. Denise's father ran his hands over her breastsas he spoke. "Your mother and I will be...
This happened a few years back. My wife had gone out of town to be with her sister and I was left at home watching my young son. Saturday night came fast and after a long week at work I needed to go out for some drinks with the guys. I called my wife to see if her friend could watch my son but I was out of luck so she gave me the number for the k** next door who was home from school on break. It was a fairly cold night and he showed up at my door in overly trendy and strange fashion from...
You walk down the backstage hall of the gym that Vince McMahon has set up for the members of the WWE whilest on the road. You applied for a spot in the WWE and was surprised to get a responce saying that you got an interview with the Mr. McMahon, the Chairman of the WWE himself. You couldn't believe it, normally somebody else handles the first part of the screening, so needless to say that getting a chance to deal with the head man of the WWE himself is an honor and surprise that you weren't...
How did I get started in Swinging…..? I used to help run and Adult Education Class through the 80’s in Kent. The guy who ran it was a professional who had a quarter share in a glamour studio in Soho where he did a lot of test shots for modelling agencies. They would send new girls along to get experience with a pro photographer and he would invite them down to the Class on a Friday night to get more experience on a quid pro quo basis ie. you model for free and get free copies of the pics from...
Mitchell’s Creek, Sunny Corner, New South Wales, Australia:23 “Stop looking at me like that,” Myndee said. “Like what?” Jim asked. “Like I’m nuts.” “So ... you’re going to tell the girl why we’re going to Sydney?” I asked. “Yeah.” Jim said, “You say, ‘We’re going to see the Grandfather so I can sell my gold and avoid taxes.’ really?” “Ooo,” she waffled, “I didn’t think about that.” She started gnawing on a fingernail, confusion writ large all over her face. “Bloody hell.” “Bloody...
Hi, this is a pretty long sex story, however, it has many naughty, sexy bits to keep your hands busy with your dick/ pussy. Enjoy! The fatigue that accompanied the five ours of rickety bus journey vanished the moment I saw my granny at the door. She hugged me at the doorstep, crushing her gigantic tits against my chest, while my hands freely explored her back. Granny let go of the hug and kissed my cheeks and my forehead hastily, “It took you so long to visit your old granny, huh?” she asked,...
IncestLuckily, I was gorgeous. I stood 5'10" in the english system. My mother worked on the assembly line and my father was a technician for the army in Krasnoyarsk. I was taller than most of the girls in my school my whole life and hung around with boys 2 to 3 years older than me, since I didn't like short boys. When the USSR fell I was 12 and even then I wanted to travel and get away from our muddy little home farm. If I never saw another chicken I would be happy. One day I was walking to the store...
It all start on a Monday afternoon class, at the local amish school. Jacob who seat next to me in class ask me to go to a part. It is a five min buggy ride. I seat there for a second then said yes. Jacob said we can talk the detailed out at lunch. The morning classes when by slow. Instead of going home for lunch, I went and seat under the big ????? tree In front of the school. When Jacob walk up and seat down next to me. We seat and plan for the party. He tell me the party start at 10:00pm,...
We were driving between Tupper Lake and Long Lake in New York's Adirondack Park, on our way to Warrensburg where we had reservations for the weekend at a Bed and Breakfast. We'd just spent a week in Lake Placid, strolling around town, eating in the local restaurants, and fucking, When I say fucking, I mean FUCKING! Bob is the horniest man that I've ever known. Every morning I woke up with Bob sucking my cock, and every morning after he swallowed my cum he rolled me over and gave me the fuck of...
He clearly remembered the day he had signed up for the class in which he was now seated. It was an 800 level course intended for graduate students pursuing a Masters or Doctorate. The registrar had informed him that the class was restricted to twenty students and that there were strict prerequisites. Furthermore, since he was not a degree candidate, he would have to schedule an appointment with the professor, Doctor Marjorie Stevens or the department head and provide evidence that he was...
I always had a weird fascination with the setting sun. It always seemed to reflect the mood I was currently in and magnify my own emotion tenfold. Whenever I was happy, the setting sun seemed to colour the whole world in a jubilant hue. Whenever I was sad, dusk seemed to be the end of everything that was joyful and pure in the whole world. Today, I couldn’t help but feel that the whole seemed to have been painted in a bloody tinge, as I looked out of the window of my room towards the setting...
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“Breakfast time, I should think now!” I announced after Virginia, Edoardo, Beatrice, Michael, Sunny, DeAnna, and Daniel all finished purging in response to the booty slap transformations, “you guys need to replenish some severely depleted calories, after all.” “I know that I burned a few calories myself,” Tricia laughed, thinking back to our last sexual encounter less than half an hour before. “That you did, my dear. That you did,” I agreed while pinching her butt-cheeks playfully. “Who...
“I know you will,” I said then kissed him again more deeply. As he got ready to go, I got ready to stay in. I decided to watch my movie in our bedroom, because we would both end up there anyways. I picked out a comedy on the pay preview, and then went to the kitchen for my wine and something to eat. As I was finishing up in the kitchen, Ben came in kissed me goodbye as you rubbed his thumb across my nipple, and said he would be home by midnight. Giggling, I locked the door behind him and...
Jenny: Chapter 1 By Princess! "Jennifer, you ungrateful bitch! Why haven't you done any of your chores today?" she yelled as she entered the bedroom. He was sitting on his bed wearing a black satin maids outfit. He looked up at his step mother and defiantly rose from her bed. "Because, I can't take any of this anymore. I am leaving," he said, courageously. "Well, we will just have to see about that won't we," his step mother said. "I am giving you one chance to get up and start...
This is my story i am not giving my true name or any other true name i have been reading stories here for some time.to be honest half of them are not even 10% true hahaha.any way i am 30 now tis happened when i was 18 and in my +2 college.my father has his own business this women i will call her aunty here worked for my father she was 33years in age then she was married but got divorced as the marriage did not work out with her husband she had a very bad husband.she was 7months pregnant when...
IncestYou stretch and yawn and fall out of bed. You know it's your birthday, but to be honest, you don't really celebrate it. You go out with friends, you get wasted and usually wake up in a very awkward situation. But as for real celebrations, your parents are the only ones who ever celebrate it. That means you'd better go and see them, you suppose. And sure enough, you get to their house and they're waiting for you, beaming with pride at their little boy finally becoming a man, etc. etc. However,...
Things gradually settled down to a normal routine. The event was largely forgotten and if the culprit was not apprehended it was because of Anita. Lakshmi used to take good care of her but to her own surprise Anita did not feel traumatized as perhaps **** victims should have felt. If anything she remembered how he had made her go on all fours and had entered her from behind and that it was not as unpleasant an experience as it should have been. It was a moment that brought back many memories...
Story No.6 The list: 10. Drank a girl-racer's piss-puddle from the floor of the car park. 9. Wanked off in a used-condom after watching couple fuck in same car park. 8. Me and some mates took turns spunking into our friend's sister's dirty panties. 7. Snogged a woman at a party after two guy's had spunked in her mouth. > 6. Had sloppy seconds with a woman at a party.
It was less than 24 hours since I fucked my step mom and I’m only minutes from seeing her again, totally unsure to what her reaction towards me will be. There was nothing to fear when I saw her waving from the bedroom window when walking up the garden path to my father’s house.I went straight up stairs to see my father and his face lit up with seeing me, I sat with him for some time giving Lisa my step mom some time to potter around the house doing stuff.Lisa walked in to the bedroom as it was...
Ok, our relationship was weird as my boyfriend Jake explained to me. I was sharing him with this bisexual chick who worked as a whore and went by the name of Lucy; we got on great, she wanted to tongue my cunt sometime (uhh yuk, really?) when i was next sucking Jake's cock like a good girl...I believed her. so the relationship between Jake and I was weird to say the least. Taken for a Ride Jake took me for a ride in his car to see a friend. I told him that we should have sex or maybe I...
It has been a few weeks since Emmy had her way with me at her house. We have a peculiar relationship. We are like the best of friends when out having a drink, as we are now, and then when it comes to sex it is like she turns into a whole other woman and just becomes this wild volcano, erupting lava flow after lava flow of controlling sexual domination. There is no stopping it when you are caught in its path and yet I can’t help but to stand at the bottom of that mountain and gaze up adoringly...
FetishJohn went to work and I remained alone with the kids. Becky was now three and Mark, four and half and both were smart, well behaved and healthy. They were perhaps a little more serious than the other children of the same age. I think they acted as if they were a bit older due in part, I think, to my being an amputee. I was planning to invite them for lunch and dinner. I told John I would captivate them as I had him on my twenty-first birthday. John said with a worried smile that I was the...
Still astonished by their invitation, Coral and Effie headed for the bar. As they rounded one of the tall marble pillars, Coral collided with one of the hotel's bell hops, weighed down by a clutch of expensive looking shopping bags that carried the logos of some of the city's smartest shops. "Hey kid, why don't you watch where you're going," the bellhop exploded. Coral surprised by the collision backed away and by the bellhop's response. Effie leapt to her defence. "You can't speak...
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IncestPeople can be too grateful, Mike thought. The rest of the weekend and the whole of the following week were once again filled with Claire's gratitude. She couldn't do enough for him – again – bringing him the inevitable cups of tea, asking how he'd like the chicken cooked for Sunday lunch the following weekend, inviting him for a walk with the family (except Siobhán who had better things to do) in the parkland surrounding one of their local stately homes. The last of these was a tussle. At...
JennyI met Jenny after my first marriage dissolved. I was in my mid-thirties and new to dating. Since the 80’s the home computer had become common and people were talking in chat rooms, yahoo groups and other places. This was before Myspace and Facebook. I met Jenny through a cousin of mine. She was a distant relative of his. We talked and I’m sure she noticed me staring at her breasts. She was married, around 21 and had recently had a c***d. She was blond, about 5’8” pretty, thin with...