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"She's a cow! A real fucking cow!" Prissy exclaimed, blowing smoke into the air of the pub where the wisping blue vapour was sucked into the smoke extractor. "I don't know why I stick with her!"

"Me too!" agreed Cath. "My Jayne's so fucking uptight. All she fucking wants to do is sit in and watch telly."

"So, you ditching her then, Cath?" Emily wondered. "You know, like you said you would?"

Cath coughed. She didn't really want to diss her lover like that. After all, Jayne had been real sweet to her today. And last night, when they were in bed together, Cath knew it was love she felt for her older partner. But then if there was any girl whose knickers she'd like to pull down and whose pussy she'd adore putting her tongue to, it was Emily.

"Yeah!" she said, not really convincing even herself, and flicking the ash from her ciggie into the ashtray. "Yeah, I reckon I will. But she still licks clit like a champion."

"So does my Tina," agreed Prissy, smiling at her two friends, balancing her cigarette between her forefinger and thumb. "But she's a fucking cow, all the same." She looked at Emily with a sneery smile. "So you still between lovers, sweetheart?"

"Yeah!" said Emily, brushing her fingers through her short hair so that it stood up in the thick gel. "But that doesn't stop my love life. No fucking way! I'm having more fun now than I ever had when I was with Marlene. I don't miss a day since I ditched her. She still phones me up and all. I guess she wants her k. d. lang CDs back, but, fuck it, she's not gonna have them. Nor her Polly Harveys."

"What's it like talking to her?" wondered Cath, afraid that her interest might betray her own true feelings for Jayne. "You'n'her were real close. A real item. You'd been living together for years!"

"Well, she gets real blubbery on the phone. Still cries and everything. Like a fucking baby. She's a fucking embarrassment. I don't regret ditching her at all. And it's great having the flat to myself again. I can invite back whoever I like. Y'ought to put your money where your mouth is, Cath. Ditch Jayne. I mean, she must be fucking forty or something!"

"Thirty-seven next month," said Cath, almost instantly aware that this concern about her partner's birthday said more than she'd intended. She didn't want Emily to think she didn't want to go back with her to her newly vacated flat.

"Well, whatever! She's too fucking old for you. And it's not like when you got your own place you don't get pussy. I mean, you know that Sally..."

"Sally!" Prissy exclaimed with a laugh. "You didn't, did you? She'n'Pat, I thought they were welded at the hips!"

"Fucking femme fanny! Good she was. And d'you know, she's got this cute little ring in her clit and guess what else?"

"What? She got pierced nipples as well?"

"No. A tattoo just over her shaved pussy."

"A tattoo! Fucking hell!" Prissy remarked, leaning forward, her face ever so close to Emily's. This irritated Cath who wanted to be the one getting that intimate. And who wanted to be the one who placed a hand on Emily's thigh almost bursting to get free from those deliciously tight jeans.

"It's kind of like a love token. It's a tattoo that reads 'Pat' in kind of Gothic script. They must have been together since they were goths or something."

"I remember that! Fucking black jumpers and eye-liner and everything!" Cath said.

"You were a bit like that once, if I recall," said Prissy, with not such a pleasant smile. "You used to be into all that goth shit."

"Yeah! Well, that was years ago!" said Cath, fuming from Prissy's unsubtle reminder.

"Whatever!" said Emily, who wanted the conversation steered back to her sexual triumphs. "So, it wasn't just Sally I ate out. It was also Pat as well. And fucking tasty, it was too!"

"Oh! You lucky bitch!" Prissy shrieked. "I've always wanted a taste of Sally. She's such a pretty girl! Wooh! Those lips of hers! It makes my pussy drip just thinking about her."

Emily placed a reciprocating hand on Prissy's bare knee below the culottes she wore. "It's not dripped down this far!" she said with a conspiratorial laugh.

"It wouldn't take much to get me moist, sweetie!" Prissy said. She took her hand off Emily's thigh, pressed it hard on her hand and dug the fingers into the thick flesh.

Shit! Cath could see where this was going. When Emily had phoned up to say she was going down to the Half Moon in Clapham and could Cath come along, she'd made no mention of Prissy being there. All that wasted anticipation on the tube, stop after stop on the Northern Line, for what? She wished she'd not been so nasty now to Jayne when they'd parted. It looked like she was going to have another evening where she'd return to her lover only to admit there really was no one else in her life than Jayne and her beautiful breasts.

Well, fuck it! Cath grimaced as she pulled out another cigarette, now feeling quite excluded while Prissy and Emily continued their rather detailed account of Emily's lovemaking. She loved Jayne. She might be twelve years or so older, but theirs was a love worth more than an evening in Emily's bed. However much she rationalised about it, she still felt deprived of the fun she'd promised herself and the prospect of which she'd so enjoyed taunting Jayne with.

She surveyed the pub around her. Why had Emily insisted on coming to a place like this where three young women with short hair and uncompromising swagger would only look out of place? It wasn't that Emily was in any sense ashamed of her sexual preference, but this was no dyke bar. Most of the clientele were men, and the few women were generally in mixed company. In fact, the only other group of women unaccompanied by brutish men, sitting in front of their Bacardis and Coke, were probably the least sympathetic of anyone to Cath and her friends. She stubbed out her cigarette and let her ears focus again on Emily's boasting, this time about some cute girl she'd seduced on the Central Line.

"It was only when I kissed her she knew what the game was," she laughed. "Sometimes a girl just can't see what's coming however bloody obvious you think it is!"

"And did you?" Prissy wondered.

"It was fucking touch and go, I can tell you! I could see she was wet. Well, you can, can't you? But I had to be subtle. Push too hard and a girl runs away. But, yeah, it only took a few drinks in the New Inn and having to listen to her moans about her fucking boyfriend, and we were back at my place. Not the best pussy I've tasted, but better than my vibrator."

Would Cath get to taste Emily's vagina? It seemed increasingly unlikely. She remembered Marlene's comments about how Emily shaved it sometimes. Would Emily be shaving it now? Or was she sporting a full bush? It didn't look like Cath would ever find out.

"'Scuse us!" Cath announced heading off to the loo. Perhaps if she brushed her short hair, maybe re-applied that natural-look lipstick that gave her lips that seductive pout, Emily might see that of she and Prissy, it was Cath who was the most deserving.

Her hopes rose as she admired herself in the toilet mirror. She'd made such an effort. That new micro-check shirt she'd bought. The hip-hugging jeans she'd spent nearly a hundred quid on. The leather jacket with the silk lining that she only wore on special occasions.

It was obvious when she returned to the bar that it was going to be Prissy, not she, who would get to know Emily better tonight.

"You don't mind, do you?" said Emily with a barely disguised smirk, "but I feel real tired. You know, these late nights can really fuck you up!"

"And I only live down the road," said Prissy. "Shame you've got such a long trek back up North. You really ought to move down here some time. South London's really happening, you know."

"'Specially round Battersea. When you ditch Jayne, give it a chance. It'll be worth it!"

Cath was left alone in the bar, vulnerable and lonely, watching Prissy and Emily leave together, not caring at all what people thought of them as they put their arms around each other. With the last dregs of her wine, Cath was beginning to care very much what the other people in the bar thought of her. Could they see the mortification burning off her cheeks?

She pulled out a cigarette and hid herself behind the comforting veil of smoke while she fumed in equal measures of disappointment and uncertainty as to what to do now. It seemed too early to head back to Clapham Common tube station and the Northern Line.

She glared at the women on the other side of the bar as one of them poured more coke from her bottle into the small glass. She couldn't very well show herself up in front of them, could she? She'd have another drink, just to show how little she gave a fuck for being abandoned by her friends. Perhaps they'd think she was waiting for another friend.

If only!

Cath stood up and wandered to the bar which was thankfully quite empty and ordered another glass of sweet white wine from the geeky looking barman. She glanced nervously at her leather jacket slung over the chair by the table where she'd been sitting. Perhaps those women would be useful, after all, by keeping an eye on it.

"I'll pay for that and I'll have a single bourbon as well while you're about it," a man's voice announced.

Cath turned her head, her first instinct to decline the offer. Men and she didn't mix, especially one who spoke in such an obvious American accent. He looked at the man who'd made the offer. He was in his mid-thirties, stocky, sporting a grey check jacket and no tie in the buttoned-down collar of his brush cotton shirt. Cath, who had an eye for these things, could see that nothing he wore came cheap.

"Gee! I hope you don't mind me buying you a drink," he said with a broad smile, "but I'm an American, as you must have guessed, a New Yorker, and that's just how we do things. So, don't feel obliged to do more than take your drink and sit down. I won't hassle you if you don't want me to."

"New York?" asked Cath, despite herself. She'd always wanted to go there, but there'd never been an excuse. Jayne much preferred heading south for the sun. But what tickled her was his accent.

"Yeah. New York. Best city in the world. 'Cepting London, of course."

Cath smiled despite herself. It was just like in the movies. 'Noo Yawk'. The American accent was so funny.

"Yeah, I'm here on business. A lot of business, mind you. My company's kept me here for a couple of months sorting things out for them. It's a drag living away from home. So, you a Londoner?"

"Yeah," said Cath, hesitating between returning to her seat and the fact that there was bugger all for her to do when she got there. She hoped this guy wouldn't spot the slight Brum accent she'd never quite managed to lose in all the years she'd been in the capital. But an American wouldn't know the difference, would he?

"Great city, London. And Clapham's not bad either. This where you live?"

"Islington, really. North London."

"Gee! I've never been there. I'm sure it's a real cool part of town. By the way, my name's Gareth. What's yours?"

"Cath."

"Well, Cath, I don't really want to bother you if you don't want me to, if you're waiting for a friend and all. I'm just a lonely yank in town who doesn't know anyone. But it's been real good meeting you."

He took the glass of whisky that the barman offered him and handed over a note.

"Have a drink on me, bud." he said to the barman and handed Cath the glass of wine.

"Not the best vintage," he continued as Cath picked up the glass and took a small sip. "You sure you don't want anything better?"

Cath didn't really know that much about wine. She didn't drink much normally. "It's fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

There was an awkward pause while Cath wondered what to do. Just returning to her seat seemed wrong. Gareth smiled and half-turned away. It couldn't do any harm to be polite could it? It didn't look like he was trying to pick her up or anything. He'd get a real shock if he thought she was a likely prospect!

"So, where d'you come from in New York?" she asked.

Gareth turned back, a broad grin on her face.

"Manhattan. Lower West Side. I've got a great view from my apartment. Do you know New York?"

Cath shook her head. "What's it like?"

"Well, now you're asking," Gareth said with a smile.

He launched into an enthusiastic account of a city that fascinated Cath. It certainly wasn't only skyscrapers and car chases and Central Park. There was so much to the city. The financial district where he worked. The park where he jogged every day when he could find the time. The very many and varied restaurants. The museums and art galleries. The department stores and theatres. The Rockefeller Center. The Empire State Building. And, most of all, the night life. It was mad. A night life far wilder than Jayne had ever allowed her to have.

And then, Cath didn't know how it happened, the conversation centred not on New York and the fabulous views from above, looking down at it from the top of the South Tower at the World Trade Center, but on her. And now it was Cath, not Gareth, who was doing most of the talking. And it was like a sudden relief to be able to talk about herself to someone who didn't know her at all, about things she found difficult to talk about with friends and just as difficult with Jayne.

The conversation wandered along with Cath and Gareth back to where her leather jacket remained untouched on the back of the seat. Gradually, Cath found herself talking about her love life and her discontentment with the limitations on her freedom. Having an older lover really stymied her style. When she went out to nightclubs she couldn't really go with her lover and she found it difficult to be as free with her body as she'd like to be. But for some reason, although she was specific about Jayne's age and the way she seemed to get more pleasure from reading books and watching television than snorting lines or dropping pills, she was consciously vague about her lover's sex. Or even that of the people she chose to have sex with.

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I am Anand, aged 23, and working in a reputed MNC in Bangalore. This is my first sex story here. As I am new to ISS, I would like to introduce myself. I am medium-built, dark-toned and a bit short. I am blessed with a medium-sized dick. This story is about my very first sex with my girlfriend. I have divided the complete happenings of the day into two parts. Part 1 is all about the initial build-up and making out before the ultimate incident. It could be a bit slow for some people. I want you...

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Enjoyed With My Ex Girlfriend

Hi all. I am a regular fan of ISS. I’m male 38 here from south tamilnadu. This is my first story and also a true story. All your comments are welcome and also ladies of any age who are not satisfied can mail me to I am venlatesh male of 38 years looks like typical tamil men of weatish colour little weight body and I don’t have 9 or 10″.. I have got normal of 7″ of full black colour. I don’t want to tell any lies.. Also I can’t stand for 20 or 30 minutes. Only normal time I can give. Now coming...

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Market ForcesChapter 70 Colonial Ambitions

Rick was still busy refining the sexualisation and pleasure programme. Harry was using the Tricia debacle as an excuse to get all of his team to re-run some of the basic operations drills. As he said, after the problems with Lady Marchmont, and now this, there was room for improvement, to say the least. Life with Sukie and Rachel carried on much as before. Sukie seemed content in her role. Rachel had taken on the sexualisation programme with enthusiasm and her writing was better than...

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Arranged My Friend Have Sex With My Mom 8211 Part II

My hands tremble as I narrate this story about how I made by best friend enjoy my conservative widowed mother. This is a true story and I am proud to have made two very important people in my life so happy. One my widowed mother Anupama and the other, my dearest friend Suri. After losing her husband ( my dad) at the age of 34 years, my mom Anupama focussed her life in bringing up two of her children, one me and another my younger brother. I learnt everything about sex from Suri, when I was 18...

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My Husband He is my Cuckold

I am a panty wearing, cock-sucking cuckold and I love every minute of it. I used to be all macho and thought I was God's gift to women. But, fortunately for me, my wife showed me the error of my ways.When I was at College I did what most red-blooded young men do - I partied hard and I fucked every available woman I could. And there was quite a few. I played basketball so I moved with the 'in' crowd. We were on the highest rung in the hierarchy of the school. Our parties were wilder and our...

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Nineteen Fifty

NINETEEN FIFTY Tim really loved to read all about what it was like for men long ago when they were the strong ones, the ones in charge. Not like today. He was particularly fascinated by those now banned books that told of men seducing women, making passionate love to them and women doing everything to please their men. Knowing their place, it was called. The classics which were available today had been completely re-written; there were no more heroes, only heroines. His friend...

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What a Nice Fuck of a Lady

Hello all ISS readers, today I will tell you my experience in Dubai where I fucked a lady living in my building, I live in Dubai and my email is She is Rochelle and I met her in building lift, when I entered the lift I saw her and she gave me a good smile, I also gave a nice smile and her dress was very sexy, she was wearing t-shirt and her cleavage was very much visible with big 36 boobs inside, I saw that and kept my eyes on her boobs, she noticed that and said nothing but she was having a...

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Baby Girls Social Media Upset

Baby Girl stood in the kitchen wearing a short flowing skirt and a tank top. She had started dinner, so it would be ready when her Daddy came home. She hummed a tune as she stirred and simmered. She had no idea of the incoming storm. Daddy busted in the door and ran right to her, but instead of the hug and kiss she had expected, he bent her over the counter top and smacked her hard on her ass. "Daddy! What did I do?" Baby Girl cried out. Daddy grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her...

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Compulsion

Compulsion Dawna Tompson Jan 2020 A desperate man takes extreme measures to satisfy his overwhelming desire to become a beautiful woman. But is he getting exactly what he needs? (A story from the genre "I woke up as a woman," but with a few new twists and turns.) - - - - - - An attractive young woman opened the automatic door with a quick swipe of an electronic card dangling at the end of a lanyard she'd slipped over her long neck. The large double doors swung open with a...

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For whom the bell tolls

I know that we're way too old to be playing this game but I couldn’t resist. It was late afternoon and we were on our way home. We had a couple of pints at the pub so we were sober but felt daring and up for some tomfoolery. The thought of it made us giddy.I rang the bell and then ran back to the car. We giggled like teenagers when the homeowner opened the door and scanned his front yard for his alleged visitor. No one would suspect two adults in an expensive car of pulling such a silly prank....

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BangBros18 Macy Meadows 18 and Squirting

Macy Meadows asked her step dad to help her chose which bikini to wear. Sean Lawless was busy working but he figured some bonding with his step daughter always has priority. To his surprise Macy started to change right next to him. This was very distracting. Finally they picked a bikini for her to wear and now she wanted him to spread sunscreen on her. Reluctantly he did until she needed her cute little teenage breasts creamed. This made him horny. She noticed the boner in his pants and offered...

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The Stranger

Its early afternoon as she lay stretched out sideways across the hammock, her long hair spilling over the side and swaying gently as she rocked.   The sun is shining brightly and she can feel it warming her skin through her thin, silky dress.   With one bare foot she reaches out and pushes off the ground, making the hammock swing.   The breeze flows over her body and through her hair and she smiles as she stares up at the sky through the trees.   The birds nearby are chirping happily and she...

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My GF plays with herself for me and a mate

This story took place a few years ago when I was still living at my parents’ home; I was going out with a girl called Jess who was blond size 10 and attractive. On the night in question I had a good friend over for a smoke a few drinks and a session on the PlayStation. As the evening progressed we got drunker and Jess was getting more bored so we decided to stick on a film.As the film was ending everyone was getting tired so we set up the sofa bed for my mate and settled down for the night....

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The life form

You come in after a hard day at work late cause of a deadline, you fix your normal easy out meal and eat it watching an rerun of a cartoon comedy. When your done tossing the dishes in the sink for later, you go up stairs to your room and strip down. Then after a sigh you want to clean up before going to sleep and repeating your day at work.

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Daryl and his girlfriend Part 2

So for the next couple months Daryl everyday told me how when where and why he had sex with his girlfriend. I said doesn't your cock hurt he said yes but it's so much fun. Then he said one day when he had hurt his arm and so he couldn't drive so his girlfriend did and she drove him into the woods and he said come one babe let's go home she said no now and she took off her pants and kissed Daryl passionately for 5 minutes then she took off his pants and sat on his cock and she humped until he...

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AssParade Isabel Moon Isabel Loves Anal

This week we are joined by Isabel Moon. She’s more than ready to display her attributes for us, more importantly her huge ass. This chick has a banging body and a perfectly plump booty to go with it. Not only does she join us to parade her booty, she’s ready to take Damion Dayski’s cock up her asshole. After worshiping her ass for some time, she starts choking on his huge dick by the pool. From there, we head inside where he stretches her asshole in several different positions making her cum...

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Bet is Cancelled

So as the titles states...the bet made between Vohenix and myself is cancelled. Some of you have asked and I will point out right away, Friedman didn't take it down. I've had no interaction with that user other than approving the story. If you don't know the bet was an ENF styled wagered. After a couple of days one or both of use would post 10 chapters each with a photo of one of us in a state of undress or nude in an ENF situation. Yesterday a user felt that the privacy Vohenix and I have...

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Babysitting Amanda 1 and 2 edited

Note: This is a re-write of Babysitting Amanda 1 and 2. I cannot plagiarize my own stories so do not accuse me of such. As usual, do not waste time with accusations and insults against me. Finally, some ages and details have been changed from the original stories. If you have not read my stories before, make sure you read My Cousin Tom 1 and 2. Characters: Jake- 16 Amanda-14 Becky- 7 Jane- 30 Let me introduce myself. My name Jake and I am 16 years old. I was your classic horny teenage guy. My...

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Sexy School

Her petite breasts are jolting wildly as she gyrates over your rock hard rock. She's moaning and breathing heavily and screaming for more. You can't take it anymore your about to cum... "Mr. Doe. What on earth are you doing?" With a start you come back to reality. Every one in the class is staring at you, well not really you. They're all staring at your rock hard penis! "Oh God!" you think, "What the Hell am I going to do?"

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Transvamporia Two Jeannette

Transvamporia Two: Jeannette by Bloodspell Moone Introduction: Welcome to the second installment in the Transvamporia story, if you have not read the first part, I would recommend that you read it first, as this is a giant story that builds upon the previous parts. Now, I guess the best way to describe this story is to say that it is different than almost all of the stories you are use to reading here. I am a plot driven writer, and as such, the story line and the plot are going...

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Incredible ChangesChapter 50 I Dont Want to Go Back to School

Mom had asked Chrissy's mom to join us as we finished off Christmas Dinner, but she told us it had been a very long day. She wanted to spend what was left of it with her daughter. My family and I cleaned everything up before going to watch some Christmas specials. "David there were some things that happened between Christy and Marissa that I feel they were too young to do with you. Since they took the lead in them all, I must say I am very proud that you were able to think with your head...

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Path To GloryChapter 31

So the first week in March I was greeting players and planning my pro-am debut. I'd been offered spots in the pro-ams during a couple of events when I toured with Bailey, but I'd always declined. After the event Tuesday I wished I hadn't. I was paired up with Amelie Robinson. She epitomized the "dykes in spikes" stereotype of women's golf, and had a reputation of being such a pain in the ass that no one would willingly donate money to charity for a shot to be her partner. Jenny Phipps...

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Leave It To Bea Part 4

Part Four I felt wonderful the next morning. Relaxed, refreshed, invigorated. Also a little sad that I only had two more days with Stanley before I had to go back to the dorm. On my way to work, I stopped and got some bright red nail polish. Remembering Stanley's fascination with my nyloned feet, I wanted to see what he did when he saw me with glossy red toenails. The day went by slowly. I noticed customers as they came into the store. It was an upscale store, and many elegant,...

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We fucked each others brains The best fuck ever

The best fuck ever My name is Marcos, I’m 33 yo, currently living in Barcelona, Spain.   I always read your erotic stories and it’s now as I’ve decided to write one on my own, the most passionate and widest sex escapade a man can have. This account is a real one and just took place on August this year as I was working in a small business office in Barcelona.   Since my co-workers had gone for their holidays for two weeks, I was the only clerk left at work here.  These buddies really deserved a...

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Just One HourChapter 24

The bed was dragged across the floor until the mattress lay under the suspended Debbie. She looked down at the face of Stacey who was gripping the bedpost pale with nerves. Big Mamma climbed onto the bed as Stacey tried to sit up. The big black whore slapped her across the face straddling her neck and face kneeling up to the suspended open thighs of Debbie. "Listen you bitches," she growled angling her ribbed black cock down to Stacey's mouth." You better get it on with me real good yes...

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A Wedding Day

Pete was a gorgeous guy who had his pick of women. I fact, he usually picked more than one of them. This may not seem like a problem to some, but Im sure his wife wouldnt have been to happy to find out. as for me, I was more limited in opportunities. But I knew I would never have to worry about picking again was I was soon to have my own wife. Her name was Michelle, and with an unlimited pick of women, I would have chose her. She was beautiful, soft, and sexy. I wondered how I

4 years ago
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Eddies Fun Time

"Ok, what time?" Eddie said to me in our Facebook quick chat. "How about tomorrow, you can spend the night and we'll have some fun." I said to the boy hoping he would say yes. Eddie is the most gorgeous boy i've ever seen. Tan, fit sexy little eleven year old boy with long brown hair and sexy blue eyes, a sexy little "V" shape that disappears in his pants, and bright red wet lips to die for. Just looking at this little boy was enough to make me cum in my pants. "Ok...

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