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After Brandy and I nearly killed each other on the toilet, we took a long hot shower and I washed her hair again. I got another erection just by washing my girl’s hair even after we had fucked like wild animals on the toilet!
“Bonnie, just in case I don’t see Gage or Marc at school today, tell both of them I need another iPhone 6 plus and add it to my account.”
“You want me to have Marc put Angie’s number in it for you?”
“You think you’re so smart, don’t you? Yes, I’ll send you a text now with her number,” I told her and sent the text.
“Even though I’m beginning to feel bad about doing crazy shit without Gage, I want her ass!” Bonnie told me as she opened the text with Angie’s number.
“We’ll make sure you get some of her ass too. Just be ready, she’s sitting on a keg of gunpowder with a short fuse,” I told her.
“Bonnie, what would you do if you knew Gage wanted to join you when you get Angie’s ass?” Brandy asked.
“I’ve wondered about that too and I hope one day we can cross that bridge. I love sex too much to stop wanting some pussy from you and Molly and now, that hot-ass Angie too. Shit, not to mention Priscilla ... and my brother’s cock on the side.”
“I’m sure you’ll find a way to test him. Just don’t scare him off. He may just be shy at first and still end up loving sex like the rest of the Dalton Gang,” Brandy told her.
“Bonnie, ask him if there’s a swimming hole on his grandfather’s ranch. Tell him it has been a fantasy or yours for years to run down a hill naked and jump in a swimming hole in the country.”
“OH WOW! Thanks, Rick. That would get it out in the open without having to ask personal questions.”
Brandy jumped in as soon as Bonnie said that, “I agree, Bonnie, that simple little question is loaded. You just told him you’d love to run naked whether there’s a swimming hole or not. If there is, he’s going to be thinking about you doing it. When Rick told you that, I could just see you running naked, and Gage will too,” she added.
My free period today started an hour before lunch. I hurried to the coaches’ offices and found Coach Chad at his desk.
“Come on in, Dalton. Let’s go back to the film room. I’ve put together a short DVD with some of your best plays from scrimmage and three of your kickoff and punt returns. I have the opening kickoff in the Clarkton game on here too.”
“Thanks, Coach. I’ve been meaning to watch some of my own clips to see if I could improve. Ben told me that I needed to watch them and that I needed to look at a lot of other runners to see their style of running too.”
“Each prolific runner has his own style of running. There are always things you can pick up by watching another good runner’s clips though.
“First, I want to show what you looked like in slow motion on that amazing return in the Clarkton game. I’ve watched it over and over and so have Coach Clark and Coach Miller. There is no way for a coach to teach a football player what you’re gifted with, Dalton. Very few young boys, or men, in America will ever do what you did on that return.”
“Really?”
“Yes, now watch as the ball comes to you. There are already five defenders within ten yards of you and closing fast when you field the ball. Even now, after watching it over and over, it looks as if you’re undecided about downing the ball or running. You can see it when I slow it down, then advance it at a few frames per second.
“See right here? You’ve stopped and you’re looking around. Then all at once you get one block and instead of taking a knee, you’re off and running. The defenders were surprised. You can see their reactions as they scramble to recover and chase after you.
“That’s all they were able to do by then — chase after you.
“I’m going to slow it down again right here. You had just about run out of blockers and the defenders were closing in again. Then right about here, you’ll see Toro come into the picture. Do you even remember him throwing that key block?”
“Yes, Sir. I remember seeing the hole close in front of me and while I was still moving I remember seeing Toro come out of nowhere to knock that player right there on his back. Right there! That’s the one.”
“How did you ever know the defender would fall the way he did? You were running toward a hole that had not opened up yet. Then, when Toro hit the player, you were through there and almost into the open field.”
“I’ve followed Toro’s down-field blocks enough and he’s run interference for me enough that it just comes natural to me when I see him about to hit a defender. I can see his angle, just like that right there — see that? See him lower his left shoulder? He’s going to hit that player and knock him out of my path, not back in front of me.”
“I can see it now, with you pointing it out. You set the block up for Toro and he took the player out just like you knew he would.
“Let me back it up and run it through a little faster. What you just pointed out isn’t even noticeable when it happens in real time. But still, it happens in front of you in real time out there when you’re playing the game. Amazing, simply amazing, Dalton!”
“I don’t think about lanes and holes when I’m running. I know where my down field blockers are and I try to give them time to make just one little opening. When I see it just about to open, I go for it. Sometimes I have to slow down to let it open, then other times I have to kick it and run like hell ... I mean run faster to hit the hole before it closes again.”
“How you ever get past these next two defenders is like watching a special effects clip from a movie. Look at this, Rick. They have you covered and you’re bottled up. Now watch this, you make a hard cut to the left, then cut back to the right to create an opening between the defenders when they take the fake. Those two defenders were faked completely out of the play. Then here’s the third one and he reaches out to grab your jersey. He has a handful of your sleeve and when you keep running, you jerk him completely off his feet as he holds on.”
“I remember that part, I thought he was going to tear my jersey off but I just kept digging and finally I broke free after dragging him behind me. That was when I saw the last one coming at me with a pretty good angle on me. I remember thinking that I had come too far and had broken too many tackles already to let this little guy be the one to take me down.”
“There’s no way to put it other than tell you, you just flat-ass left him in his tracks!”
“That’s about what I was thinking too when I saw him coming at me hard. I knew I could beat him to the corner if I could get one more step on him. I kicked hard and beat his angle.”
“You beat him alright - here he is at the ten, looking at you like he’s wondering how you did that - while you cross the goal line.
“Here’s another clip of you. This is from the Stratford game and I want you to concentrate on your feet when you run. I’ll speed it up then slow it down again to show you how you change your running style in mid stride and then kick to get away from a would be tackler.
“Here’s where you’re just breaking through the front line of defenders and hit the sidelines. Once you hit the sidelines, your stride changes. See this? Now watch your feet closely as you stretch your steps out to cover more ground with each stride. I’m going to back it up now and run it through again a little slower. Look at your yard markers and count your steps through ten yards.
“Got it?”
“Yes Sir. I counted four long steps.”
“That’s exactly what I got. Now, watch as you break out and start your long run with just two men to beat, both with angles on you. Here it is, see your feet? It looks like you slow down, but you actually speed up when you really kick and take longer strides. Now count the steps through ten yards.
“WOW, I count three!”
“Exactly. Now, you’re covering more ground with less steps. That’s exactly how an Olympic runner changes his stride in the hundred meter, two-hundred meter race. When he comes out of the starting blocks, he’s gaining speed to get ahead. When he really kicks, his stride changes and he covers more ground with each step.
“It’s not about how fast your feet are moving and how many steps you take, it’s about how much ground you cover with each stride when you really kick hard.”
“Do you have any suggestions for me?”
“No! I was taught long ago to never try to change a natural-born talent. Just keep doing what instinctively comes to you in each situation. If you want to improve your overall speed and really strive to be a world-class sprinter, go out for track next spring and let Coach Dunavant show you how to improve. He’s an expert on sprinters and in a short time he can have a sprinter shaving as much as four tenths, up to a full second off his time through a hundred meters; depending on the sprinter of course.
“The good thing about Coach Dunavant is, he recognizes each runner as an individual with a special talent and never tries to change a runner’s style. He gives him an edge by showing him how to come off the blocks faster and by showing him what I’ve just showed you about your stride.”
“Coach, football will always be my sport and it’s my dream to go all the way to the NFL. I’d love to run track under Coach Dunavant though, if he can help me improve. That way, I get to run during the off season and I get to train with a man who knows how to coach runners.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing you play JV ball next year, Dalton. I’ll be coaching there in some capacity. There’s going to be a lot of changes between now and then, but I can’t go into detail about it yet because it’s not chiseled in stone.”
“Thanks Coach. Thanks for putting the spread offense into our game plan too. I really like the fast pace of the game when we run plays like that.”
“Dalton, the running game will always be a part of football on all levels, but the passing game has evolved football into the most exciting sport in America.
“I’ll put my money on you playing on Saturday’s for a major university of your choice and I’ll put my money on you not only playing on Sundays but you’ll be the talk of the sports world before you even get there.”
“WOW, Coach. Thanks.”
“Just keep doing what you do, Dalton. Keep your head on straight, take care of your legs and keep that body healthy and fit. You’re a one of a kind athlete and I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks, Coach. That means a lot to me. Want to look at these old NFL clips I have? I haven’t seen them myself.”
“Sure, we have time. You keep this one we just looked at. Now and then you need to put it in your DVD player and watch the best young runner in America show you how it’s done.”
I met the others in the lunchroom and the talk had shifted back to football and our game at West Plains tomorrow. Of course everyone was excited about the Taekwondo class tonight too.
I saw Gage give me a little wave when we walked out and I stepped over close to him.
“Rick, if you have a few minutes, I really need to talk to you.”
“Sure. Is it about you and Bonnie?”
“Yes, but more about me, even though it concerns both of us.”
“Okay, I’ll go talk to Brandy and Bonnie and tell them we have some guy stuff to go over. I’ll meet you down the sidewalk by the water fountain.”
Of course Brandy and Bonnie were concerned that there was a problem but I told them it was nothing like that and left.
“Rick, I think I’m about to fall in love with your sister. I hope that’s alright with you. After all, you were the one who wanted us to meet.”
“Is that all that’s bothering you?”
“No, but I wanted you to know that before I told you the rest.”
“Go ahead, I’m listening.”
“Bonnie and I have talked a little about us — I mean, things we like and what we don’t like. We’re a lot alike in many ways but there’s something in my past that I need to talk to you about. I want to tell Bonnie about me but I’m not sure how to go about it. I don’t want to lose the chance to love your sister, Rick, and I need some help.”
“Tell me what it is. As long as you don’t have a criminal record, we can work through anything and I’ll help you talk to Bonnie about it.”
“It’s not that bad. I mean, I haven’t committed any crimes in Korea. What I have done over there was become sexually involved with a cousin of mine. I mean really involved and I still want her to come to America with us.”
“Do you love her? Is that the problem?”
“I do love her, but I’m not in love with her if that makes sense. She lived with us so she could go to the American school there. My parents worked and we were alone together for many years. When we became older, it seemed natural for us to kiss and touch each other. Then we started having sex and it was wild and fun and we did it everywhere and every way we could think of.
“We didn’t have a car so we had to take a taxi to school and everywhere else we went. We were brave and we were crazy too. We would do it in a park with people all around and her sitting on my lap. We would do it at home either in my bed or hers when my parents went to bed.
“Were you ever discovered?”
“No and that made us even more bold and even wilder.”
“Did you get her pregnant? Is that what’s wrong?”
“No, she took birth control pills.”
“Then what’s the problem? Is she coming here now?”
“I want her to and she wants to, but that’s not the real problem. What I’m afraid of is Bonnie not approving of me after all I have done. I don’t want to lie to her in case my cousin, Maelee does come to America. But I want her to know that even though there was another girl in my life before her, I still want to be close to her and have a chance to love her.
“She’s been honest with me and she told me that she could fall in love with me very easily now, no longer than we’ve known each other. I feel like I need to confess to her about Maelee, but I’m afraid I’ll lose her.”
“What would you do if Maelee did come over here and Bonnie liked her?”
“Then I would really have a problem because I know I would want to have sex with Maelee yet want to love Bonnie too.”
“What if, by the time Maelee got here, you and Bonnie had fallen in love and already had sex?”
“I would have an even bigger problem because I already want both of them.”
“What would you do if Maelee wanted to have sex with Bonnie and you at the same time?”
“SHIT, Rick. I don’t know how to answer that. What would you do? I mean, well Maelee would probably ask Bonnie to do that, she loves sex that much. I know she loves girls because she told me about her friends in school and we nearly hurt ourselves when we did it right after she told me about her and them together.”
“So that turned you on, knowing she loves girls too?”
“Like you would never believe and I was hoping she would bring a friend home with her but she never did.”
“If I were you and that happened to me, I would enjoy it and tell them they better make sure I was in the middle each time or one would have to do without.”
“Would you really? Do you think Bonnie would forgive me if I tell her, and still want to have a relationship with me one day?”
“Gage, my sister wants you right now. She’s afraid she will scare you off if she tells you that. What would you do if Bonnie asked you to have sex with her and one of her friends?”
“I’d be the happiest man in all of Texas and I’d show both of them all the things Maelee showed me about how to make girls feel good all over and not just when a man is inside her.”
“Have you told Bonnie anything about Maelee at all?”
“No. Do you think I need to?”
“Would you be brave enough to tell her with Brandy and me there?”
“I would prefer you and Brandy to be there now that we have talked.”
“If Bonnie wants to tell you some personal things about her past, would you listen?”
“Sure I would.”
“Would you still care for her if she told you that she likes sex too?”
“I think I am already falling in love with Bonnie, even more than ever now that you and I have talked. I don’t think she can tell me anything that will change the way I feel.”
“Even if she wants you to make love to her at the same time she’s making love to another girl?”
“SHIT, Rick Dalton! I was scared to have this talk with you and now you have me wanting my parents to hurry and bring Maelee over here.”
“I was going to tell Bonnie that Marc and I wanted her and Molly to go to your game in West Plains with us in his car.”
“That’s good, but don’t mention to Marc about the things we share about my sister.
“I won’t. He and I are best friends but we do our own thing too.”
“That’s the way Ben and I are too.
“Oh, I wanted to ask you one more question.”
“What?”
“Do you have a swimming hole on your grandfather’s ranch?”
“We sure do. If it wasn’t so cool we could go swimming there.”
“If you and Bonnie can get over being shy, you and she need to plan a weenie roast out there one afternoon and invite a few select friends who know how to keep their mouths shut about boys and girls being boys and girls while skinny dipping.”
“I have heard of that. I’ve always wanted to experience it too.”
“Then why don’t you suggest it to her in front of all of us the next time it’s just our bunch together.”
“I’ll do that. What do I tell her when she asks what we talked about today?”
“Tell her that you wanted my permission before you asked her for some pussy.”
“Rick Dalton! I should do that just to embarrass you!”
“You’re alright, Gage and I like you a lot. You have my permission just in case you get brave enough to ask Bonnie for some pussy.”
“I like you a lot too, Rick. I feel like I now have a best friend in Texas.”
“Count on it.”
“Mavericks, it makes me feel good to see all of you show up for a team meeting like this. This alone makes us a better, closer knit team. The reason we called this meeting is to encourage each of you to take the Taekwondo classes if you haven’t signed up to do so. Harlan and I talked a little during our last class and he suggested we challenge each team member to at least advance up three levels before deciding to drop out.
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It was a terrible situation, but Allyson decided to make the best of it. She lost her room, her clothes, and all her status, such as it was, but she still believed in John, and if nothing else, she still believed in herself. She’d work harder than ever. She’d prove to John that she was worthy of his love. The next couple weeks were a continuous routine of cleaning, scrubbing, washing, ironing, serving, cooking, and her weekly humiliation at the hands of an old pervert. At first she was asked...
The two women helped each other down the stairs. Both had a lot on their minds. The younger woman, Allyson, was recovering from a vicious beating. She didn’t actually need help, not in a physical sense, but her emotional situation was far different. At the moment she felt about as needy as she’d ever been in her entire life, and from the standpoint of a former foster child who’d spent her whole childhood shuttled from facility to facility much like a water bucket passed from hand to hand...
Disclaimer Copyright, 2012, Patricia Steel ([email protected]) Do whatever you want with this story, only keep my name attached, please. Please report any and all orgasms arrived at through reading and masturbating to these words. I love knowing that I am deliberately manipulating your mind into an erotic state. Thanks, and Enjoy. Chapter 1 I don’t know what his business is. The only time I asked him, we were riding in his limo, on the way to a Japanese opera, and he...
Having gotten word from Hannah that Paul had been to see Allyson John left work early. He had his suspicions. He thought somebody had been seeing her, and somebody had tipped over the apple cart regarding the judge. Who else but Paul? Yes Paul was a problem. He had to be dealt with. Meanwhile back at the house, after Paul left Allyson continued with her usual routines, cleaning, scrubbing, and just generally trying to keep busy. If what Paul had intimated was at all true then just maybe John...
Callum hurried down the vacant school corridor on his way to the lesson. He was already ten minutes late. He turned a sharp corner and all of a sudden collided with someone coming in the other direction. His bag went flying, spilling out the entirety of its contents on to the floor.The embarrassment of that alone would have been bad enough but at the bottom of his bag were a pair of leather handcuffs which, along with the rest of the bahs contents, were now scattered across the floor....
I was working in the tourist trade on the Island that I live on just off the south coast of the UK mainland and I was working hard this day in the Hotel Bar when I met these two American Ladies and the husband of one of them, well these where the first Americans I had met and they where so nice and easy to get on with, they where so friendly and I got to know them very well over the next week. Bill the man wanted to buy my tartan hat from me one night when he saw me getting ready to go home,...
An America Girl in Aden by Aurelius(The story takes place in Aden, a small British trading port in South Yemen, Arabia. The year is 1880.)As-salaam 'aleikum.wa 'aleiku-salaam. The visitors responded.Welcome, welcome. Please seat yourselves. Be at ease. You are honoured guests in my humble home.Mr. and Mrs. Walter Carrstairs sat down nervously on a plush upholstered chaise, anxious not to cause offence to their host. This rich Yemenis home was the...
Allyson involuntarily leaned back on the steps, her naked rear end on the edge of the third step from the bottom brushing up against the rough pile of the carpeted stairs. Her clothes were in a pile on the floor around her socked feet, her hands were tied behind her back with the shoes strings from the saddle shoes Hannah had bought her. Her hair was mussed, and had she been able to see, her lipstick was smudged. Standing in front of her were two young men, a third, the one who’d knotted her...
At first the call from Audra caught the boys off guard, but they quickly recovered. While Wayne pulled the sleeping bags out of the tent and rolled to them up, Paul loaded the fishing gear and coolers. Aubrey soon had the tent down, and after a walk over to clean up any litter they were on their way. All three were tired so to keep awake they started to chatter. A number of things came up, but in the back of everyone’s mind there was only one topic that anyone cared about. ‘So she wants to...
Dressed in a slutty school girl costume, Callie took to the stage. The heavy bass of the music pounded out the rhythm as she bumped and gyrated down the narrow runway between club members. She blew out her bubblegum until it popped loudly and winked at a regular patron before skipping back to the pole in the centre of the dance area and began a nasty series of moves, grinding and humping against the big pole.Though nineteen, she looked the epitome of a naughty school girl and had many fans...
Dressed in a slutty school girl costume, Callie took to the stage. The heavy bass of the music pounded out the rhythm as she bumped and gyrated down the narrow runway between club members. She blew out her bubblegum until it popped loudly and winked at a regular patron before skipping back to the pole in the centre of the dance area and began a nasty series of moves, grinding and humping against the big pole.Though nineteen, she looked the epitome of a naughty school girl and had many fans...
By mid-morning the Hanson’s had managed to get Allyson back to their house. Mrs. Hanson, Audra, helped her upstairs and back into Paul’s bedroom. Allyson had been given a heavy dose of antibiotics, a mild pain killer, and a sedative to calm her down. Audra was thankful the doctors had medicated her so heavily since it had made it easier to get her settled. All the way back Allyson tried valiantly to assert herself, she insisted she’d soon be OK and able to start back out on her own. Audra knew...
“Really?” she asks me with a curious smile. “That’s what some psychological studies have suggested”, I reply. A psychoanalytical suggestion that men are attracted to the female’s butt because it stands for the breasts seems to intrigue Allyson, my 19 years old Australian student. She is one of the most lively and vivacious girls amongst the 31 odds students from Italy, France, Chile, Argentina, US, India, Iran, Japan, Korea and Australia who are in the international graduate exchange programme...
TabooI don't normally write from a male perspective... so, go easy on me :)--I was, by any measure, a successful man. Finance director at a Fortune 500 company, fast car, beautiful wife, gorgeous home in an affluent part of town. I had it all, yet I threw it all away and became a sissy bitch with barely a second thought. And it all started with Cally.Cally owned my world and she didn't even know it. She was one of the P.A.s from across the hall. She worked for Hunter Chesterton, if I remember...
Caleb Douglas is the name and I’m a young African-American stud who’s having the time of his life. Seriously. Why is that? Well, let’ s see. I’m a full-scholarship student at Ripley College in Boston, Massachusetts. Ripley College was founded in the year 1950 by philanthropist and popular author Patricia Ripley and her husband, billionaire Thomas Highland Smith. They passed away ten years later but the Ripley & Smith Foundation has continued to look after the fledging college, providing...
There was a small family resturant down the street from the hotel we were staying at. A nice place, the main thing that stuck in my mind was all the blue tile on the walls and floor. A little while after we began our meal, I decided to go grab a smoke and draw, maybe wander around a little. I am what you would call a considerate smoker and chose to light up outside, being it was daylight my mother figured I couldn't get into too much trouble by wandering. I walked out to the...
September 1, 2007, I remember that day well. Michigan Wolverines fans wish they could forget that day. That was the day their football program took a huge hit. Since that day they haven't fully recovered. That was the day I hooked up with my first American. I was still reeling from Kira, and I was glad to get away for a couple days. I went with a few buddies down to Ann Arbor to watch that game. For me, I wanted to hit a game when the weather was still warm. We fully expected a blowout, and...
College SexMilena Dorin awakened from her slumber. She grabbed her iPhone and pressed the button to see the time. It was 6:14 a.m. She decided to get up and bathe. She walked into the master bathroom of her palatial two-bedroom, two-bath downtown condo. She pulled her douching apparatus from beneath the sink. She cleaned out her 40-inch ass. After completing that task, she hopped in the shower. The steamy, hot water felt good against her milky-white skin. She scrubbed her curvaceous figure with a purple...
Sold as an American Bride By Jena Corso Michael and James were having a great time at their business conference in Moscow. After three days they had begun to make the business contacts they felt they needed if they were going to succeed in opening the Russian branch for the firm. On our fourth night they were beginning to adjust to the time difference and enjoying dinner and a few cocktails when Michael received an unexpected phone call. As Michael hung up the phone he stared at...
Xavier watched Ameena flee when she saw him. Hecursed under his breath. He was never going to fuck her if shekept avoiding him. She'd been wearing a small bikini giving him aquick glance at an incredible body. When his prey was out ofsight, Xavier finally noticed her husband had been standingnearby. "Your wife have a problem with black men?"Norman Howard was leaning over an expensive looking digitalcamera on a tripod. He'd been trying to photograph his wife andlooked upset that he'd been...
Bye Bye Miss American Pie. Codes: M/F, Spanking, Romance.It was Friday night and the big city blues were in full swing. Amidst the swirl of alcohol and misty tobacco I was with a few of the (motley) crew from lower south side getting totally blitzed on cheap vodka and snakebites as we sat listening to the sound of rebellion coming from the Fat Larry jukebox.Call me Joe by the way. At last count I'm 25 going on 40. Looks wise I'm tall, dark but nothing special at all. Anyway, I looked better in...
Last winter, during a January marked by both voluntary and involuntary shutdowns of Washington, DC, I went to a large room at 26 Federal Plaza in lower Manhattan to swear allegiance to a government that at the time was having trouble staying open for business. With about fifty other people from a broad swath around the globe, I walked in a citizen of another place and walked out an American. There were several Chinese people like myself in the group, but I was the only Canadian. We all came...
Disaster Averted The change to the new order of things had begun with Monica Bushnell. With the support of the ACLU and NOW, she sued, citing the double standard of men being able to be bare chested in public and women not having that right. The case, Bushnell vs Cuomo, had gone to the Supreme Court after reversals and appeals at lower court levels. In a seven to two decision, for which the Chief Justice wrote the majority opinion, the law of the land was interpreted to mean that women had the...
The old man's hand was trembling, as he shook another hand. It seemed that everyone wanted to thank him for his service, before they meandered away and ignored the shape his country was in. It was another Fourth of July, and the old man was grieving over what he saw in the news, and on the streets of his country. "Thank you for your service," another young man said, "and Happy Fourth of July," he continued as he reached for the old man's hand. "Celebrate it while you can," the old man...
I knew now, knew without the slightest doubt, what my subconscious had been trying to tell me. The Oasis aftermath. The Gunthers. Or the Meriwethers. Or maybe both. Almost certainly Gunner. I had been the instigator of the Gunthers’ downfall. Was probably the symbol. Hated symbol. And the Gunther collapse was tied directly to the arrests of David and Charles Meriwether. The Buckshot Video was similar to the FaceTime video I’d saved on my laptop. When Greta Gunther blew the head off one of...
Fourteen year old Adam writhed in pain. He was lying on his bed with nipple clamps attached firmly to his chest and handcuffs securing him to the bed frame. Intermittently his 17 year old step brother Callum whipped him across his bare chest with a flogger further increasing his discomfort. I should say at this point the story isn’t going to be about the bondage games Adam and Callum played together. You see, when Callum and his mother had first moved in with Adam the two boys discovered they...
It was a sunny Friday afternoon. Adam was relaxing in his room when he heard a sudden shattering of glass downstairs. He ran down the stairs to find one of the front windows was now in pieces all over the floor, a frisbee laid on the carpet in amongst the glass. Just as moved to the door to look for the culprits the door bell sounded. Two girls from his school, Tilly and Summer, stood at the doorstep with guilty expressions on their faces.?Hi.? Said Tilly. ?We’re really sorry but it was us...
Leo's entire life has been devoted to sexual exploration and so it was with his ambition as Sasha. I was driving a taxi part-time, a job recommended by my football coach when I met Matisha. I didn't recognize her as a man, she was that good. She was coming out of a motel with a truck driver and wearing a large cowboy belt buckle and shiny black boots. Matisha's legs were bronzed brown in a wrap around red dress that hugged her sexy hips. I considered fucking her myself, so after dropping off...
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