The Bi Curious Jarhead
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Victoria and Amy wrote the following chapter. To avoid confusion, parts written by Victoria will be in italics.
Amy:
My name is Amy Phillips. I am the 13-year-old daughter of Patrick and Victoria Phillips. I found this file on my Dad's computer when I was searching for clues to his mysterious black out. I got bored just watching him sleep and decided to add some stuff here. Won't that be fun when he finds it! Giggle! I haven't read the contents of this file. I won't do that unless he tells me I can read it, that would be an invasion of privacy. He respects mine, and I respect his. That's why I may repeat things on here that he may have already said. If there are contradictions, I'm right and he's wrong. Giggle!
Has he told you I'm a genius? Giggle! I have other talents too, some of which he doesn't know about yet. He hates it when I say that; he envisions awful teenager things that he would just as soon not think about. So I would say it even if it weren't true, just to drive him crazy. Giggle!
Actually, my twin sister Cindi, who was killed in a car accident two months ago (sad face), was smarter than I am. No one knew that except her and me. She tried her best to hide it. She would do anything to make people happy. One time I noticed she missed questions on an exam that I knew she knew the answer to. She told me later, after much probing, that she did it so I could stay number one in class ranking. She knew how important it was to me. She never wanted people, even Mom and Dad, to know how smart she was. Sometimes she would deliberately do dumb things just to hide it. I miss her so much!
Katie, my best friend now, helps a lot, but I still really miss Cindi. Katie's a lot like Cindi, even looks like her, so that helps a lot. I think that really hurts Daddy sometimes when he looks at her. Mom and Dad are talking about adopting Katie. That would be so neat!
My Dad and Mom are just the greatest parents in the world. All my friends are in love with my Daddy (so am I! Giggle!), and have adopted Mom as their Mom away from home. Mom is not around much — she travels a lot. She's a computer troubleshooter; just ask her, that's what she'll tell you. Dad and I know better. She thought she was pulling the wool over Dad's eyes for a long time, but he wasn't as fooled as she thinks he was. He's pretty smart. He has his own secrets, too. I haven't figured it all out yet, but I think it's pretty much the same as Mom's secret. I think the whole thing is hilarious. Here all these years they've been keeping these big secrets from each other and eventually they're going to find out it's essentially the same secret! Parents! What's wrong with just telling each other? And me! I'm going to find it out anyway — I always figure these things out myself. Did I tell you I'm a genius?
I've been worried about Daddy for a while. I don't think he's ever dealt with Cindi's death. Not that I'm doing so well, but at least I have had a good cry (several of them actually — poor Daddy). I think he's just transferred those feelings for Cindi to Katie. I knew that one of these ays this was all going to come around and bite him. I think it finally did Sunday.
I guess I should tell you something important about me. I hope Daddy doesn't mind me telling this, but I doubt he has in mind just anyone reading this. You see, Cindi and I, and now Katie, have always had this special thing. We could read emotions really well. I always knew how she was feeling, and she always knew how I was feeling. We could do it with our parents also. We can also tell where the other one is, no matter how far away.
The location thing works with Mom and Dad also, but not as well. We could just feel it in our minds. They think we could just do the emotion thing with them sometimes; we've never told them how well we could do it with them. We didn't want to freak them out. It gets somewhat interesting sometimes when they are ... um ... fooling around. Those emotions can be pretty overwhelming for a 13-year-old girl! Maybe one of these days I'll gross Daddy out by letting him know how ... excited ... Cindi and I would get sometimes! Giggle! Course, maybe it wouldn't gross him out. Maybe I won't think about that. I don't know how I'd feel about that (yes I do, I just don't want to think about it! Giggle!). Not that we knew what it all meant. We used to sneak over to the door of their bedroom and watch. Why not? If we're going to feel the emotions, we might as well watch! Dad caught Katie and me the other day, but he didn't tell Mom. He is so cool! What would really make them freak out is if they knew that I'm getting better at this. Sometimes I swear I can read their minds. I know what they are thinking before they say it. I try to control that. The way Daddy looks at Katie sometimes, I do not think I want to know what he is thinking! Giggle!
Anyway, where I was going with this is that Daddy has never dealt with Cindi's death. I can see the pain in his eyes sometimes, even often, and I can read in his emotions that he still hurts. I think that's what's going on now. His mind is so mixed up and confused, I can hardly make sense out of his emotions. I can feel tremendous guilt, and I know that somehow it seems to be connected with Cindi and me. I don't know why. Cindi's death was an accident. How could that be his fault? I don't know what he has to feel guilty about with me. Somehow, Mom is involved in his concerns too. That one has to do with fear. Is he afraid she's in danger? Surely, he can't be afraid she would leave him, no matter what the problem is. That would never happen. Even with my reading him, I have no answers.
Whatever happened to him started Saturday night when we were at my grandparent's house for the birthday celebrations. Up to that time, he was fine. I noticed all of a sudden that he was upset about something. I teased him about dropping his wineglass and asked him why he was upset. Boy, did he take my head off! He has never talked to me like that before. I would've been really mad and hurt if I hadn't been able to feel that he was really hurting.
The next day he was even worse. He yelled at me again, but I was determined not to let it get to me. Then he yelled at Katie! That really got Mom worried. Daddy would never be mean to Katie. We decided to give them our presents to try to cheer him up and then he had to take a phone call. He said it wasn't important, but he was lying. Then he just got really upset when I gave him Cindi's present. Maybe I shouldn't have done that, but I know she wanted him to have it. She spent a lot of time getting it just right. He went into the office, and that's when the emotions coming out of his mind got really scary. About then is when he collapsed. Mom and I got him to the bed. When he still hadn't responded by the next day, Mom got worried.
"Amy, I think we should call a doctor. I don't like this," she said. I didn't think it was a good idea to call just a regular doctor. I don't know what Dad's secret is, but if it's like Mom's, as I suspect, he would not want to see just a regular doctor.
"Mom, I'll take care of that. You stay here with him. I think he would want you to be close to him." That wasn't much of a risk; I knew she didn't want to leave him anyway. She and Katie could tend to him while I could figure something out. As I left the room, I picked up a fountain pen that was in his shirt. Nobody paid any attention to me.
I had noticed something odd about that pen. He had only been carrying it the last few weeks. Suddenly it appeared along with his favorite one, and it looked different. On a hunch, I picked it up, went into the other room, and started playing with it. It didn't take me long to figure out this was not just a fountain pen, it did some other things too. It seemed to be a cell phone of some kind.
I punched speed dial one and it vibrated in my hand. Ok, that was Daddy's number. I managed to get into an address book of some kind. The entries seemed to be coded, but it didn't take me long to find one that looked like my number. I set my cell phone on vibrate, and then hit that speed dial number. Yep, my phone went off. Ok. I could tell then that Dad was number one, Mom was number three, I was number four, and Katie was number five. So, who was number two? He started carrying this after Cindi died, so it couldn't be her. So, if Dad was number one, and he was out of commission, and I needed to get him a doctor, who else better to go to than whoever was number two? Did I tell you I was a genius? Giggle! Here goes nothing. I dialed number two. I hope I was doing the right thing. I heard the phone being answered.
"Yes?" a soft-spoken polite female voice answered.
"Please don't hang up. My name is Amy Phillips..."
"Please hold on," she interrupted. I heard a series of clicks, and then a male voice answered.
"This is Captain Jensen. How may I help you?"
"Please," I repeated, "don't hang up. I found this number and my Dad needs help." I was getting a little flustered now and didn't give them all the information I should have.
"How did you get this number, young lady?" he asked firmly.
"I found it listed in a fountain pen phone like thingy that my Dad had. He's unconscious and needs a doctor."
"How did you figure out how to use it, and why did you dial this number, young lady?" I wished he would quit calling me that!
"It was pretty easy to figure out, and I figured out all the other numbers, and since he was number one, I figured out I wanted to talk to the number two guy. That's you. And don't you dare call me young lady again! And how come you've never asked me who my Dad is?" I was beginning to wonder about this guy.
He chuckled softly. "You must be Amy. I don't have to ask who your Dad is. The fact that you dialed this number means it could only be one person. Patrick told me you were very smart. So far, you're doing fine. We have a problem, though. An authorization code is normally used. Since I have never talked to you before, I don't know your voice. I'm not sure if you are who you really say you are."
"Fine. If you insist on going by the book, the authorization code is Alpha Tango seven three four six X-ray. I believe you now would repeat that back to me. However, let's cut the crap and I'll tell you that your authorization code is Delta four seven three Charley. Can we get on with the business of getting help for my Dad now?"
There was a long silence.
"How do you know those codes, young ... er, Amy?" He sounded surprised.
"I don't know. I've never heard them before. I just knew them now. I guess they're right, huh?" I felt a little sorry for him. He didn't know how to deal with a smart-ass 13-year-old genius. I wondered if it would make him feel better that I don't know how to deal with me most of the time either!
"Are you at home right now? Maybe I should speak to Victoria." He still was not comfortable dealing with a teenager. I felt a little better that he knew Mom's name.
"I wouldn't suggest that. Mom doesn't know anything about this part of Dad's life. I don't think Dad wants her too, either. She probably won't believe you."
"And what do you know about 'this part of your Dad's life', Amy?" he asked.
"I know enough to figure out this isn't a normal pen. I know enough to figure out how to use it. I know enough to not call a regular doctor. I know enough to figure out you're the one to call and how to do it. I'm afraid you're stuck with the teenage smart-ass kid. Sorry."
For the first time, he laughed.
"You are amazing, Amy. No wonder your father is so proud of you. There will be a doctor there in 15 minutes. And Amy ... forget all about this number and conversation."
"Darn. I sure wish I could get this stupid number to work. All I get is a busy signal!" I giggled.
He laughed and hung up. I had done what I could. I hoped Captain Jensen was one of the good guys. Now it was time to go back and see if I could help Daddy.
Victoria:
My name is Victoria Phillips. Patrick Phillips is my husband of 15 years. Like Amy, I haven't read what Patrick has written. Amy and I have also agreed not to read what each one of us has written. At least, that is the plan. I wouldn't put it past Amy to sneak in and read what I wrote later. She is trustworthy, just too curious for her own good sometimes. So, Amy, if you're reading this, I love you honey, and you're a brat!
I was glad that Amy offered to help by calling a doctor. I really didn't want to leave my husband's side. Patrick and I have known each other for 17 years, and except for one brief weekend shortly after we met, I have never been with anyone else. We knew almost immediately that we were meant to be together. The brief weekend consisted of my last fling with my old boyfriend and Patrick's roommate, while Samantha, Robert's girlfriend, was seducing Patrick. Robert and I wanted one last time together, for old times sake, and I knew Patrick had always been madly in love with Samantha. I wanted him to have one time with her before we became exclusive. Both Samantha and Robert were all for the idea. Poor Patrick — everyone knew about this but him. He didn't find out the truth until later when he confessed his guilt to me.
Patrick is everything to me. He's my husband, but even after 15 years, he's still my lover. He's my soul mate. I can't imagine life without him, or with another. Both of us still get breathless when the other walks in the room. That was how I knew something was wrong Saturday night. It is the first time in my memory that he was not ready and willing to make love to me, to drive me crazy.
He is also my rock. I don't know how I would've survived when Cindi died without him there to help me through it. It was almost unbearable the first time I went through it alone; I wouldn't have been able to go through it with Cindi without his strength. In some ways, I think Amy and I did him a huge disservice by relying on him so much during that time. He spent so much time helping us that he never had a chance to grieve himself; he was too busy being strong for us.After his collapse, Amy told me she knew something was wrong Saturday night. Something happened that night at my parents' house that began this whole process of out-of-control grieving. Katie did not notice, as she was having some problems of her own. I haven't even tried to deal with that yet; she is reluctant to talk about it, partially because she is afraid after her Daddy yelled at her, but mostly because she says Daddy comes first. Thank you, Katie.
As I said, Patrick is my rock. He is such a calming influence on me. It is so comforting, with the hectic job I have, to come home to the world's biggest yuppie. He works in a hospital, so calm, collected, with such a structured life, nothing ever exciting. He was in some branch of law enforcement before we met. Somehow, I just can't see him in a job even that exciting. I'm not demeaning him. He's the world's sweetest person and deserves calmness and stability. It's for that reason that I feel so sorry for him with what he's going through now. He's always there for us and now we seem to be able to do nothing for him when he needs us.
I've always tried to keep secret from Patrick what I really do. Somehow, the time has just never seemed right to tell him that his loving wife is actually a "consultant" on semi-permanent loan to an anti-terrorist division of the government, that is so secret it doesn't even have a name, from a branch of the intelligence community that is so secret it doesn't even have a name.
Sometimes I don't have a name either, or at least not the one he knows me by. "Consultant" is a fancy term for the one that handles all dangerous situations and people that there isn't a strong legal case to prosecute, but can't wait to build such a case. Usually it is as exciting as computer troubleshooting, which I really do, but sometimes it gets really interesting. Occasionally, dangerous. Not that I could tell him that anyway. I'm only writing this now because sometimes I just have to let go and talk about it to someone. Writing it out is safer than telling someone. This way I get it out of my system. I'll go back and erase this later. I have detected some suspicion on his part that he realizes I am not just the computer geek I pretend to be. I hope he doesn't think I am hiding my life from him because I'm a prostitute or something like that. It would be easy to come to that conclusion, as many times as I have had to lie to him. That is what hurts the most, not being able to be honest and tell the love of my life the truth.
Even if I could tell him what I do, the next obvious question would be why. As much as I love Patrick, I'm not sure I could or would want to answer that question. The memories of what shaped me to this way of life in my early teens are still too painful to even think about.
I was a very wild young girl from about 10 to 16 years old. My parents think I lived in foster homes during that time. Sure, if foster homes are defined as the streets. Those years defined what I am today, why I do what I do. It only takes once watching a very special young girl ... well; I swore that I would do everything in my power to try to keep my babies from ever being hurt again. I failed with Cindi, and I will live with that scar for the rest of my life. I'm the one that should feel guilty, not him. That's one of the things Amy is able to feel in his troubled emotions right now; guilt, somehow connected with Cindi and Amy, and fear connected with me.
Amy, honey, if you are reading this, please don't read beyond this point. This is stuff you really do not need to know about, sweetie. Trust Mommy on this.
Two things saved my life. The first was a very kind, gentle middle-aged man who showed me what love was all about. No, he didn't molest me. I seduced him when I was 13. He resisted for a long time, but once I discovered that a man brought to a certain point while he is asleep is helpless to resist when he wakes up, he never stood a chance. I gave him desperately needed love, and he taught me how to love. I hated him for a brief time when I found out he was dying, but then we gave each other the best six months of either of our lives. Until I met Patrick, that is.
I know Patrick is confused and does not understand when I let him continue, even encouraged him, with Cindi and encouraged him to help Katie, but I understand completely how healing an older man's touch, especially one like my Patrick, can help a troubled young girl. I fully expect he will also be Amy's first some day, probably soon. Those two are way too close and love each other way too much for her to want anyone else. I can't think of anyone better to teach her what love is and, just as important, how to make love and be loved. The only question is which one of them will make the first move. She may be 30 before it happens! They both seem to walk on eggs around each other on this subject. It's fun to watch; they're both so sweet!
The other thing that saved me was my wonderful adopted parents. Any time I refer to my parents, I am referring to them.
Amy is back with the doctor. I'll write more in this later if I have a chance. At least until I decide to erase it all. I'm not sure I want even Patrick to read this stuff.
Amy:
The doctor arrived right on time. He was an older gentleman and seemed to know my Dad, and his history, very well. After checking him out, he ran some kind of portable scanning device over his head. I have never seen one of those on TV. He compared it to some scan tracings he brought with him. Previous brain scans? Daddy, what do you do for a living, really? Later, he sat down with Mom and me to talk to us about Dad. He wouldn't let Katie sit in because she is not listed officially as a member of the family. Wow! Was she mad! I have never seen Katie that mad before. Remind me never to get her mad at me!
The doctor said that as far as he could tell, Dad had suffered multiple emotional, traumatic events very close together and he had just emotionally shut down. He would probably stay that way until his brain sorted them out and figured out how to deal with them. That is what scares me. His brain is so messed up right now, emotionally, that I wasn't sure how that was going to happen. He didn't seem to be working on it right now. I tried to act cool about what he said, to keep from scaring Mom, but I'm not a good actor and Mom is pretty smart. I'm so glad Katie was not in there. Now we have to calm down and then figure out something to tell her. Right. Like she hasn't already read our emotions. I think I'm learning what Daddy has known for a little while now — trying to lie to someone who reads your emotions is pretty useless. Rats! It's not much fun being on the receiving end of problems with this reading stuff!
I asked Mom to go talk to Katie. I told her Katie would be able to read my face too well. I just wanted her out of the room. I decided to try something I swore I would never do; try to read my Daddy's mind without him being able to tell I was doing it. I wasn't sure I wanted to know what was there, but if I could help him, I would take his pain. I will write more later.
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“Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many. “ SENIOR DRIVER My neighbor was working in his yard when he was startled by a late model car that came crashing through his hedge and ended up in his front lawn. He rushed to help an elderly lady driver out of the car and sat her down on a lawn chair. He said with excitement, “you appear quite elderly to be driving.” “Well, yes, I am,” she replied proudly. “I’ll be 97 next month, and I am now old enough that I don’t even...
SRU: Potion Number 6 - and a Half By Bill Hart "Your place? What do mean you want me to meet you at your place, Mel? Isn't your father going to be there? Surely you must know he doesn't like me," whined Tom. "If we're alone, I'm afraid he'll be tempted to murder me and stash my body somewhere where it'll never be found." "You don't need to worry about Daddy, Tom. He won't kill you," sighed Melanie Benedict smugly. "Daddy might think he hates you enough to consider killing you,...
In the years that have passed since Rebecca and I decided to end our affair, my life has taken many twists and turns, as probably has anybody else's life. Some of the things that transpired were good, and others not so good. I guess we take what life sends our way, hoping for the best, but knowing that sometimes things just don't go the way we want. For the first five or six years, I kept track of Rebecca, looking up her address and phone number on Internet web sites. The place where she...
Paul smiled slyly at his wife, Beth, and said, “Fine, I’ll move here” and began sucking on her other tit. “Perfect……..sweet just like a honey dew.” Paul moaned as his tongue ran over her round 38D tits. “Just like a honey dew………….” Beth relished having her tits sucked and leaned back on her pillow in pleasure. Opening her eyes briefly, she saw the clock. Paul had one hour to get to the airport. Pulling his face away from her chest, she said, “Ummm, that was so good, but you need to get...
Thirteen year old Shawn hurried down the street as fast ashis slender legs would carry him. He he to be careful howfast he movedbecause his sweet young ass hurt him something terrible.Today was hisbirthday. He was thirteen today. But he wasn't hurryinghome to any birthdayparty. Oh no. He was hurrying to get the money in thepocket of his tinyshorts to his Uncle. He was supposed to be home an hour ago. It wasn't hisfault. The man who took the porno photos of him had gottencarried...
It was getting close to the end of my 3 year employment contract and Miss Britt had not mentioned if she was going to offer me another 3 year contract so i thought i better bring it up to her because i had decided i was not going to stay with her. So about a month before my contract ended, over sunday dinner i spoke, Miss Britt, my employment contract ends at the end of next month and i.......... "YOU WHAT ! apparently you never read your contract, in particular page 5 under the...
With Sand Dollar assigned to escort duty, Captain Steinert and her sisters take on their most demanding mission to date. Can Alexandra successfully complete a mission seemingly doomed from the onset? Copyright 2008- 2010 R.G. Beyer South of Bikini: Onward Episode 3 "Mission to Infamy" 2300 hours, 200 Nautical Miles North-northeast of Tarawa Island, May 18th,...
This is a continuation of my previous story. Give it a try before reading this (link on top). Let us dive into the story now. After fanciful sex with my mom, now I barely wanted to have oral sex with her. I wanted to feel my penis ramming her throat. I wanted to feel the pain when she bit my penis, and I wanted to cum in her throat. After all, she is my Mom, my Love, my Angel, my Bitch. We both dressed after having long sex. My mom was exhausted. Poor mom, she thought people do sex only once in...
IncestThat night he was so mad at me. The fight that sparked it was stupid yes, but heated. Really heated. I barely remember what it was; something to do with a flirtatious colleague. How he found out I don't know but he was absolutely livid. I saw the raw, passionate and almost hateful savageness in his eyes as he came at me. It was as if he dematerialized and phased through the couch before he grabbed me around the chest and waist, keeping my arms restrained. He lifted me in the air and my...
Cindy was changing into shorts in the guest bedroom when she heard the grunting start. Naked, the shorts she was about to put on in one hand, she went to the door and put her head out into the hallway. From far off in the sprawling ranch house came the unmistakable sounds of a man and a woman fucking. They sounded like a pair of mating animals, Cindy's mother gasping and whining, Buck Morgan grunting like a lust-mad bull. Cindy's first impulse was to steal down the hallway and to spy on...
December 26, 1983, Boyne Mountain, Michigan I’d left home very early in the morning, happy to escape the war zone. Liz had been grounded for two weeks, including no phone calls and no visitors, and was seething. I had attempted to talk to my mom but she’d stopped me before I got five words out of my mouth and told me to mind my own business, and she had said it such a way that I knew any further attempts to persuade her to relax the punishment would be futile. Liz had said the unsayable...
“Spunk up on my bum.”That is the horniest instruction my wife ever gave me.We were on holiday in Spain I think and at an all-inclusive resort, we were sharing the room with our three kids. Not ideal for romance but necessary to fit our tight budget requirements.I was as horny as could be, the resort was awash with bare boobs, swollen pudenda and flirtatious behaviour. Everywhere I looked was a camel toe, bare boob or other distraction.In due course we found ourselves back in our room before the...
TrueThe evening’s entertainment came to a typical end. The curtains closed, the lights came up, the applause died, and the audience rose to make their way out of the theater. It was noisy and chaotic with individual groups of people caught up in their own conversations and actions. Engaged in their own little dramas, no one noticed the pair of young women who hadn’t moved. Betsy sat there with tears running down her cheeks. “It was a comedy,” Sally said. They had just watched a university...
Stevie had always found it relatively easy to get girl friends. Not all had been good experiences. He always felt that after sex he just wasn’t satisfied. Maybe he wanted something different. Some people are perfectly fine about being gay or bisexual, but for others, it is a scary mine field. Stevie was one of those people. People had commented on him being gay for years and he always felt ashamed. He denied it, of course, but as time went by the thoughts about the whole subject haunted him. He...
Gay MaleEuro Girls on Girls presents lesbian bombshells Anastasia Doll and Kira Queen in sizzling massage parlour action. This is an x-rated invitation that you certainly don’t want to miss – not if you like big titty shaking, wet pussy probing, girl on girl action anyway. We bring you into the appointment and our 4K premium porn cameras capture every drop of massage oil that is drizzled over the peaks and valleys of their big tits, curvy asses, and deep v’s. Be a part of it as these...
xmoviesforyouCont ... At about 9:30 Sally went back to the room to prepare for the waiter, I stayed in the bar and could see the waiter whispering to a waitress at the bar and they kept looking over at my and she was smiling knowingly. I felt a little embarrassed so went for a walk along the beach, the moon was almost full so I could see couple walking hand in hand, giving me odd looks as I was on my own, maybe they knew that I had just given permission for a young, athletic, black stud to have sex with my...
Hello friends mera naam Vicky hai aur mai Moradabad (U.P.) ka rehne wala hu mai 29 years old hu aur is web site ka pichle 3 saal se niyamit paathak hu, ye meri pheli story hai. so please mujhe likhna kaisi lagi.mera mail hai koi bhi aunty bhabhi moradabad ya aas paas ki mujse sex karna chahe to muche mail kare. Meri mausi Lucknow mei rhati hai unki umar lagbhag 42 yeasr hogi par abhi bhi woh bhut sunder aur sexi laagti hai unki chuchiyan bhut hi bhadi hai aur us par woh aise blouse phanti hai...
It didn't matter that they were sitting in a family restroom at the airport, or that they had received several unamused and glaring eyes upon them. Yes, they bothered her but she had had a suit of armor wrapped around her arm as the woman donning thigh high boots clacked their way into the room with a large bag in tow. The elephant in the room was Amber's bulging mass underneath her silk red panties. Upon closing the door to the restroom she was demanded to strip completely. Well,...
It was summertime and after completion of 6th semester’s exams of my engineering, the vacation was going on. I was a bit bored and my friends from college went to their native place for vacation. While surfing on the internet, I saw an Ad of trekking trip to Manali and my mind thought why not go for it? I was alone and but felt that I will be able to find friends from the trip group. I somehow managed to convince my parents as they were not letting me go alone. Immediately, I booked the trip...
This is the fifth story of many real stories I have to share. They are in order here:http://xhamster.com/user/stephm/posts/8226.htmlhttp://xhamster.com/user/stephm/posts/8346.htmlhttp://xhamster.com/user/stephm/posts/13130.htmlhttp://xhamster.com/user/stephm/posts/13370.htmlThese are real events that happened to me personally, however since they happened at various points throughout the years, I might forget a detail or two and I might make certain details a little more grandiose. But all of...
Hello dosto mera naam Rj hai main iss ka 2 saal se redar hu mujhe ye kahaniya padna bohot aacha lagta hai. Maine kai baar kahaniya padke mera lund bhi hila kar shant kiya hai. Ab mere bare me kuch name Rj age 24 lund size kabhi napa nahi par itna to hai ki kisi ki bhi chut ka halwa bana sakta hu ab kahani ki heroin k bare me kuch naam Mamta real age 19 figure boobs 32 kamar 28 gand 30 hai to ab story par ata hu ya baat tab ki hai jab main 23 saal ka tha matlab last year main roj ki tarha kaam...
Jennifer was so horny and she couldn't do anything about it. Alex had asked Jennifer to dress up in her tight little French Maid's costume. Not that Jennifer minded. She loved pleasing her lover to the extent that she would do anything asked of her. She had slowly dressed herself in the hotel room while Alex busied in the bathroom for the corporate meeting that would take most of the morning. Looking at herself in the mirror over the dresser, she admired the way the little black and white...
Dad's Double Schedule----------It was just another typical day, everyone came into the office and checked the schedule and went about their chores. If there were any special activities, it was noted with asterisks by their name, and each would check with me for the details. Today, next to Dad's name were the dreaded asterisks.He sighed as he checked the schedule knowing that in addition to his normal work, he now had a special activity that he was expected to complete. I heard him mumbling when...
I scan the Craigslist ads for casual encounters. This being London, there are loads of them. Every so often I click on one. I respond to a couple, but most are just bullshit. Then one catches my eye. It says “Schoolgirl for outdoor fun.” I click on it. “6form schoolgirl wants to meet guy for outdoor fun. I’m offering outdoor blowjob. Compensation needed. Email me with a time and your location in the subject.” I click respond. I send her my a little info about me as well as “8:00pm Kentish...
ExhibitionismEnnis was our new neighbour who we have previously played with. The weekend after our last meeting, Ennis had come round for drinks, the giggling coming from the kitchen could only mean that they were planning something.I went into the lounge area and the ladies went a little quiet. I asked what they were giggling about but they were reluctant to tell me. After an hour or so and several glasses of wine, they were a little more open.Jaq announced that Ennis would love to see me caged and...
TrueThat Saturday Kevin met Jeremy at the dojang for their weekly training. “Say, Jeremy,” Kevin said as he pulled on his dobak, your mom mentioned that you’ve gotten involved with writing about social problems.” “Oh yeah, I am,” he replied. “I think that governments and even religions have too much control over how people can treat each other, like when we were talking about honor killing—that’s a religious idea gone haywire, and the Naked in School Program, which is a crazy government...
Christopher Vaughan was nervous but there was no rational reason why he should be.He was a gentleman of sixty-four and he was currently driving to the home of sixty-five-year-old Margaret Burrows who was a lady that he was acquanted with via the internet but had never actually met face to face.The internet relationship was via a sex site and the two middle aged people,both single, had been conversing over a period of about three months and their chats had started off as polite and enquiring and...
MatureDecember 21, 2000, Mayo Clinic, Rochester, Minnesota “No shit, Doc!” I exclaimed. “Why the fuck do you think I’ve spent the last twenty-three years in one form of therapy or another? Will you stop treating me like a typical patient and acknowledge and respect that not only do I know myself, but I am NOT like anyone else you have ever met? I don’t fit into any of your cookie-cutter diagnoses nor can you put me in some little box on a chart and say that’s where I belong.” “Is that what you...
Once everything was in place, Robertson stood by the open doorway of the power room and took one last look around. "Fuck. We're done; let's get the hell out of here," Morales griped. "What's the matter with you?" Robertson snapped. "I told you we were going to take our time and do this job right. You know what happens to guys who piss Mazarella off. You kept your gloves on the whole time, didn't you?" "Hell, yeah. And besides, you've already asked me that. I've got sense...
This is my true story happened 2 weeks back. My family contains me(19yr),father(42yr),mother(38yr),younger sister(priya 18yr).This story involves all 4. About my mom super sexy damn hot lady(like tabu), sister hot chick(like alia butt)We live in mysore(outside city) near by there is forest like thing and only our house(great grandfather’s) is there in between and there is not even a single house in 5km radius and all relations quarelled with us due to some matter and they left us and settled...
On the hill of Cecelia’s rising chest they lay like twin worlds of female excess: fascinatingly large, a warm opulence huge in Lydia’s small hands, areola’s wide and raised with nipples displaying a capacity for surprising length and thickness. After caressing the pliant globes of them gently, familiarizing herself with their heft and weight, she smoothed upwards to their peaks plying bumpy dark flesh into support for Cecelia’s excessive coned nipples. These she captured and rolled in her...
A collection of stories about Parahumans getting into silly, humiliating, and sexual situations. It can be an accidental wedgie, a bullying incident gone wrong, or a clothing malfunction leaving them nude and embarrassed! It’s a tough job being a cape. You have to look good for the cameras, attracting both male and female attention and the crazy paparazzi. If you aren’t careful, even a jealous rival or angry nemesis! Cape egos are the lifelines of their work. So it’s real fun to see them...
Ashley is eighteen-years-old and has just left school. He has blonde, has curly hair, a surfer's body and is six-feet-two-inches tall. He lives with his mum, Jane, and has just finished school for good. His mum and dad separated when he was eight years old and he has lived with his mum since and his nineteen-year-old sister lives with their dad in France.Jane, their mother, had a series of relationships with women and men since she got divorced. Later, she made a conscious decision to be...
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