Radio DaysPart 3
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My name is Ozzie Hanswatter and I am a forty one-year-old divorced male and the county assessor in my town of Little River, Idaho. As the last surviving Hanswatter,
I had been summoned to a lawyer's office to hear the reading of my late Uncle Darby's will. Much to my surprise, he was very wealthy, but even more surprising was that he left it all to charity, gifting me only a small, blue radio. At least it seemed like a radio. However, when I turned it on, I discovered that it was something much more mystifying.
My uncle had written me a letter suggesting that the "radio" was part of a puzzle that he was confident I could solve. As I began to examine the little unit, I was surprised that the broadcasts coming from it were very unusual. They appeared to be about fictional situations and imaginary characters.
By the time I had returned home, I was determined to solve the puzzle my uncle had presented me and spent almost all night writing down what I heard from the various stations that I dialed in. It became evident that each station represented a different point in time; some as near as a few days while others were years in the future.
I was obsessed with finding out all I could about the device and dedicated myself to unraveling this mystery over the weekend. Additionally, I had to revise my opinion. The reports I was hearing were about real people. The question was, were they real situations?
In the meantime I interviewed a candidate for an opening in the county clerk's office. Her name was Leticia Darling and she was a strikingly beautiful woman as well as a highly qualified candidate. I'm the first to admit I was smitten by her and hoped that she would be the one chosen for the position. I would love to get the opportunity to know her better.
Part 2: The Puzzle and the Lady
I had a hard time concentrating on clearing my desk that Friday afternoon. Ms. Darling had caught my attention and currently was filling my thoughts. She was so appealing that I started plotting my strategy to approach her even though she hadn't yet been hired. I was that confident of her success.
When I arrived home from the office, I immediately began work on my weekend project: unraveling the mystery of the little blue "radio." I had made copious notes Wednesday night and Thursday. I intended to authenticate what I was hearing with two tests. One was to compare the Sunday baseball scores announced on the "radio" on Thursday to the actual results on the sports TV channel Sunday evening. It was the simplest test I could conceive and would be a starting point for my investigation.
My other test would be to take a number of the names I had been hearing on the various newscasts and Google them to see if I could confirm their existence. I began with the two baseball players mentioned on the very first broadcast, Tom Lumpkin and Mort Sidle. Sidle has been described as a "perennial all-star" and I suspected he might have been noticed much earlier.
My hunch was right. The Mort Sidle of 2007 was the Double A batting champion for the Fargo Flatlanders. At twenty-two, he was a can't-miss phenom drafted out of Dry Gulch State and was the property of the Kansas City Royals. So that checked out.
I typed in Tom Lumpkin and got very little right away. It took several pages of hunting in the minor leagues, but I finally found a Tom Lumpkin, toiling away with the Bay City Rollers in the Single A Midwest League. He was a young fireballer, or so the little blurb on him indicated. He had been signed right out of high school in Arkansas and was only twenty years old.
I was satisfied that the reports I had heard were about "real people" and not some fictional characters. It paralleled my information on Elijah Mellor. I was just getting their bios a bit before their fame.
I began to type in more names of individuals that I had never heard of who were featured on various news reports. I confined my search to events that I suspected were within ten to fifteen years in the future. All in all, I entered fourteen names and had nine "hits." I couldn't be sure that all the names I matched were indeed the same person, but if there was a commonality of occupation or interest, I suspected I was looking at their future.
I was now semi-confident that the information I was hearing was authentic, but was sometime in the future. While this was encouraging, it still didn't solve the puzzle. What was the purpose of this information and how could I use it to create wealth?
I had already discarded gambling on the outcome of sports or other events. It was too slow, too heavily regulated and I would soon become well enough known that I couldn't take advantage of my knowledge. One big hit on Powerball might get me started, but what then?
I thought about the stock market. It would be a much slower process, but I could invest large sums without attracting a great deal of attention. Perhaps that was the method I could use. I was well familiar with compounding profit and I knew that once I got the ball rolling, I could accumulate a great deal of money in a relatively short period of time. Relatively short being five years or so.
I sat back and thought about Uncle Darby again. He was a complete mystery to me. He was kind, thoughtful, good-natured and generous. When my father died, he made sure my mother and I spent a nice vacation every year in Paramount, his home.
Each summer, from the time I was ten until I left for college, I would join my mother and we would drive to Uncle Darby's home and spend a wonderful two weeks swimming in the nearby lake, hiking, fishing in the river, and generally just getting away from our everyday lives. I know it was just as important to Mom as it was to me.
There was never a hint that he was rich or that he possessed this magic "radio." Perhaps it all came to him later in life, but for now ... I was left to wonder.
Mom didn't struggle to put food on the table or pay the mortgage on our house. Dad had a personal insurance policy plus the one that he had from his employer. When he died on the job, both insurance policies were in force and Mom was looked after financially.
On the spur of the moment, I picked up the phone and called Felix Bindle, Uncle Darby's lawyer. I had a question for him. As luck would have it, he was in his office despite the fact that it was almost six on Friday afternoon.
"Mr. Bindle, its Ozzie Hanswatter calling."
"Yes Mr. Hanswatter. What can I do for you?" He didn't sound irritated that I had called him so late in the day.
"I was wondering what happened to Uncle Darby's home? I mean, was it sold or ... what?"
"Well, actually, your uncle didn't own that home. He rented it from a corporation. They maintain the ownership," he said carefully.
"Really! What is the name of the corporation?" I asked.
"I'm not sure your uncle wanted that to be public ... but ... since you are the sole surviving heir, it's called the DMH Foundation." He sounded reluctant to give much information out.
"DMH? Those are his initials. Is it his business?"
"Not exactly. You see, he set this foundation up to distribute ... uhhhh mmm ... funding to worthy causes."
"Who owns the foundation then?" I asked, now confused.
"No one. Or rather ... everyone. It's a public trust ... something like PBS, except it doesn't have fund drives. I suppose I should tell you that your uncle was much wealthier than you realized. Each year he gave hundreds of millions of dollars to worthy causes throughout the world. DMH was the vehicle to distribute that wealth. It is generating so much cash that it takes several staff just to manage the transactions.
"Your uncle was a very generous and socially conscious man. He had created enormous earnings and yet was determined that it all go to worthy causes. The thirty-seven million that he had in his estate was ... petty cash."
I was dumbfounded. I had never heard of such nonsense. My uncle? Rich beyond reason? I was struggling to form my next thought.
"Mr. Hanswatter," Bindle interrupted quietly.
"Yes?"
"I think it would be wise if you didn't discuss this with anyone. As you can appreciate, when sums of this dimension are involved, it attracts unwanted attention from nefarious types. I wouldn't want you to be ... pressured ... or perhaps threatened by anyone over money that they could never obtain," he suggested.
I was quiet for a moment. It was a lot to digest.
"I understand. Thank you for being so frank with me, Mr. Bindle. I may want to talk to you again about my uncle, but for now, I think I need to absorb what you have told me," I said slowly.
"Of course. Feel free to call me at any time. Your uncle has maintained a permanent retainer with our firm. I am at your disposal."
"Thank you, sir. I will probably call you again when I've had time to grasp all this."
"Of course. I'll look forward to it. Good day, Mr. Hanswatter."
I stared at the phone as I hung up.
A mystery on top of a puzzle on top of ... who knows what? This was reaching far beyond my comprehension. Enormous wealth in my uncle's hands and yet he lived a modest lifestyle with no hint of the power he held.
There was only one common denominator that kept coming up in my thinking; the radio. Somehow, someway, my uncle had used it to produce all this wealth. That he used it for good deeds to help others was irrelevant. To do that, first he had to create the financial underpinning. How had he done it and how long had it taken?
I felt overwhelmed. I didn't know where to start. Bindle had shared some sensitive information with me and now I wanted to know if he knew how Uncle Darby had made his fortune. His foundation was apparently self-sustaining, in spite of his death. That implied it was swimming in cash. How did it get to that state?
I heard my stomach growl and looking at the clock, I saw that I was an hour past my usual supper time. I stood from the chair and stretched, suddenly fatigued and not really interested in making a meal. I grabbed my car keys and left the house, heading for the nearby roadhouse; Dorsey Doe's Dance Hall. A little bit of Texas in northern Idaho.
A couple of beers and a burger later, I was feeling much better. The live band hadn't yet started but soon there would be the usual full house for a Friday night. I was sitting at the bar and scanning the crowd for familiar faces.
I was resigned to a night of watching the other participants in this "meat market" and trying to decide which one I would have been happiest to pick up. There were several fine looking young ladies on display, but somehow, I wasn't interested. My telephone conversation with Bindle had thrown me right off my game and then ... then there was Ms. Darling.
I was staring into my beer when the young woman who was tending my end of the bar approached.
"You ever been stalked before?" she asked with a grin.
"Huh? Stalked? Uh ... no ... not that I know of," I laughed.
"Well, there's a first time for everything," she said with a smirk. She was looking over my shoulder and I instinctively turned to see who she was referring to.
"Which one?" I asked, unable to focus on any one person.
"The babe in the blue satin blouse. She's been boring holes in your back for ten minutes."
I peered through the dimly lit, smoky haze and finally saw her. It took a couple of seconds before all the lights went on, but when they did, I was knocked silly. Sitting at a small table between two other attractive women was Leticia Darling, my wet dream interviewee from this morning.
I turned back to the bartender and mouthed, "I don't believe it."
"You know her?" she grinned again.
"Yeah ... sort of. I just met her this morning. I interviewed her for a job."
"Well ... looks like she wants that job real bad," she chuckled.
I nodded, wondering what I should do. Would it be improper to talk to her? I didn't think so. I had already filed my recommendation and had no further say in whether she would be hired or not. I blinked a couple of times, slid off the stool and walked unsteadily toward their table.
"Hello again," I said weakly as I approached her table. I spoke directly to Ms. Darling, barely acknowledging the other two.
"Hi ... I thought that was you," she smiled. "These are my friends from college, Julia Timely and Tommie Hashimoto," she added. There was no guessing which was which.
I finally found my tongue and tried again. "I thought you'd be on your way to Coeur d'Alene," I began.
"Not tonight. I found the interviews very stressful and we had already planned to unwind. I'll probably head up there on Sunday."
Her two classmates nodded and I looked at them a little more closely. All three were very attractive young women in their early thirties and would be the subject of many approaches as soon as the dancing started, if not before.
"Well, since you're here, would it be alright if I joined you?" I ventured, almost cringing in fear of rejection.
"Sure!" both Tommie and Julia chimed in together. Leticia was smiling, so I assumed she didn't disagree.
"I'm Ozzie, by the way," I said, holding out my hand to Julia and Tommie. They took it gently and then I turned to Leticia. "May I call you Leticia?" I asked carefully.
"I'd rather you call me Tish. All my friends do," she smiled.
I was done for. If she had me this morning, I was a complete captive tonight. "Tish it is, then," I said, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Do you come here often, Ozzie?" Tommie asked.
"No ... not really. I was a bit tired this afternoon and decided to goof off tonight. I'm working on a bit of a project right now," I explained.
"Oh ... is it work related?" Tish asked, apparently quite interested.
"No ... not at all. I ... uh ... well ... it's a puzzle I'm trying to unravel, related to my uncle's estate," I offered, wondering if I'd said too much.
"Oh ... excuse me ... I shouldn't have pried," Tish apologized.
"No ... no ... don't apologize. You're the first person ... people ... I've even mentioned it to."
"I love puzzles," Tish said enthusiastically. "It's so much fun to solve them. It makes me feel smart."
I was about to say something about her already having demonstrated her intelligence but chose to shut up instead. I was unashamedly gazing at the three attractive women and noticing that both Julia and Tommie both wore wedding rings while Tish did not. My heart added a few more BPM with that discovery.
I also noticed that Tish had included some makeup and jewelry since our meeting this morning and her blouse was much more daringly open, revealing some cleavage. The outfit this morning was all business. Tonight's attire was much more provocative. All in all, she was a knockout babe and I wondered if there was a boyfriend around somewhere.
"Are you still with us, Ozzie?" Tommie laughed.
"Huh? Oh ... sorry ... lost my train of thought," I said weakly.
"I could tell," Julia laughed. "Why don't we get the preliminaries out of the way? Tommie and I are happily married and this is a 'girls night out' for us. Our single visitor here is in town hoping to get that job you interviewed her for this morning. Since we don't see any wedding ring on your finger, we're assuming you're single too?" she said boldly.
"Sheesh ... you don't fool around, do you?" I said, rolling my eyes upward.
"Why bother. It saves a lot of wasted time and then we can get down to the reason for being here — having fun." Julia's sly smile was confidently pasted on her face as she stared me down.
"I won't argue that," I grinned. "The music is about to get going and having a conversation is going to get difficult."
I had no sooner finished my comment than the band began to play. I smiled at Tish and stood. "Would you care to dance?"
"Sure," she said as she stood and walked around the table, taking my outstretched hand.
The first song wasn't too fast and I was able to hold her as we moved to the music. Thank god for those dance lessons I took a couple of years ago. I took them as a way to meet women, but on this occasion it was a life-saver. Tish moved so effortlessly and smoothly with me that it was as though we had been rehearsing this for hours.
"You dance very well," she said as her eyes wandered over my face.
"I'd better. You are very good. I don't want to embarrass myself." That was the god's honest truth. The last thing I wanted to do was appear to be some socially inept klutz.
"Are you nervous, Mr. Hanswatter?" she smiled.
"Yes. I confess I am Ms. Darling."
"Whatever for? You're supposed to be 'goofing off' tonight, aren't you?"
"I ... uh ... find you very attractive and I guess I'm trying not to ... put you off," I admitted.
She laughed. "Relax. I'm the one that's supposed to be nervous."
"Why?" I was puzzled at her comment.
"Simple. I really do want that job and you have a big say in that decision."
"Well, your fate is sealed, I afraid," I laughed. "I've already written and submitted my report. Too late to change it now."
I couldn't for the life of me think of why she would be worried. I had interviewed every candidate but one and she was head-and-shoulders above any of the others. I couldn't imagine her not being chosen.
She looked worried as a frown crossed her face and I felt her stiffen.
"Now it's your turn to relax," I said with as upbeat a tone as I could. "I don't think you have a thing to worry about."
I felt the tension that had gripped her gradually loosen.
"I hope not. I really do want that job. I would love to live here in Little River. Tommie and Julia are dear friends and that would make it so much easier to settle into a new place," she explained.
We danced the entire set then walked back to the table. Both her friends were up dancing with men and chatting with them as the band took a break.
"No boyfriend, Tish?" I asked carefully. Might as well find out now.
"No ... not lately. I've sworn off for a while," she stated cryptically.
"Oh ... bad experience?" Was I getting too personal?
"Something like that." She looked at me carefully for a moment before her eyes shifted out to the floor and her friends. "Looks like Tommie and Julia are doing fine," she noted.
"Yes ... and you?" I probed.
She brought her eyes back to me and smiled. "Yes ... fine, but I'm thirsty. Would you please get me a glass of water," she asked.
"Nothing stronger ... perhaps a wine?" I offered.
"Not right now, thanks." She seemed quite comfortable as I headed for the bar.
I don't think I'd ever danced that much in my life. When we finally decided to call it a night it was after one in the morning and the time seemed to have flown by. I did manage a few dances with Tommie and Julia. I learned that Tommie's proper name was Tomika and that the men they were dancing with were neighbors whose wives were at a conference for the weekend. She assured me there was no "monkey business" going on.
My focus was on Tish and we seemed to have hit it off very well. I gave her my phone number and asked her to call me when she heard about the job. I told her that I would be more than surprised if she weren't chosen. That seemed to pump up her spirits. We spent a lot of time talking about ourselves. I let her do most of the talking.
She and her girl friends had plans for Saturday, so I wouldn't see Tish again until she returned. I was operating on the assumption that she was a "mortal lock" for the job.
I slept well that night and didn't crawl out of bed until ten on Saturday morning. I put the coffee on and then headed for the shower. By the time I was finished, the coffee was ready and my mind was well into beginning my puzzle solving exercise.
I had picked up two important software programs when I took my night school courses; Firebird 2.0.4, a relational data base, and Excel, Microsoft's ubiquitous spread sheet program. I planned to use both of them to document what I was hearing on the radio. I purchased an inexpensive 16GB digital recorder which would allow me to transcribe what I was hearing and accurately load the information into both programs. In addition, I would use the usual search engines to look for background information on individuals and companies that were indentified in the stories.
When I finally took a break, it was two-thirty and I was hungry. I fixed myself a sandwich, opened a beer, and returned to my office. As I leaned back in my chair, my thoughts drifted back to last night and the happy time I had spent with Tish. She was in my thoughts constantly when I wasn't working on the project -- something new for me.
I'm still a bit shy. Despite the fact that I'd dated several women since I had made my lifestyle change four years ago, I was still a bit unsure of myself and how others would react to me. Once I am accepted, I can move forward more confidently, but until then, a piece of the old Ozzie was still there. That Tish had quickly accepted me was all the encouragement I needed.
When I was dancing with Julia, she told me that both she and Tommie thought I would be a "good match" for Tish. I had been a bit surprised when she said it, but I took it as encouragement and thanked her.
I resumed my research and finally called it a day just before six. I was amazed at how much I had accomplished. I know knew that each station on the dial had the same call letters; KTOM. The various dial locations identified what date in relative time the station was operating on. My documentation helped me prepare a schedule for when various programs would be broadcast.
By continuing to listen to one particular "location," I was hearing news, some music, and commercials. At first, I hadn't paid any attention to the commercials, but eventually I realized they were a valuable source of information as well. I started to realize the enormity of the task I had chosen. Even more surprising was how Uncle Darby had managed without the use of computers. He must have done it all longhand. Amazing!
I prepared a light supper for myself and dropped down in front of the TV to get the afternoon baseball scores.
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I had been neglecting my exercise program the past few days, so I grabbed my workout gear, stuffed it into my sport-bag and headed for the gym. It was open late and wouldn't be very crowded on a Saturday night.
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Whorehouse Chapel Copyright Oggbashan October 2015The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.*************************************************It started several years ago when Tom, one of our older widowers, found that Maria, the professional lady he visited two or...
The add was deceptively simple."Female, blonde, blue eyes, tall and sexy. Owned by a loving husband and Master is now available for weekend use by those desiring a fully compliant, service-oriented slave with no limits, an unbelievable sexual appetite, and a huge pain tolerance." "Apply to this add with proof of your abilities and references that are checkable."She had no idea that Master was in the final process of selecting her first tryst. She knew that the add had gotten many replies, but...
TransThat night I dreamt of Amber. Strange, silent dreams that made me warm and moist and made my nipples stand out like tiny erasers. I was sitting at one of the long tables at the village library where I’d grown up. I heard the librarian come up to the table, but when I looked up, it wasn’t Edith Hilgart…it was Amber, her long blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders, her full lips glistening in the soft light of the table lamps. She’s stark naked. Her full 36 C’s are firm, the nipples hard. She...
CAUTION: This is a story of a romance that is still building. The people in it don’t know what will happen next, but they hope they have found something beautiful and lasting. Because they have been so unsure of themselves until now, there is no sex at all until late in the story, and even then there is nothing very explicit. * Nicole Evans found herself between the proverbial rock and a hard place. She was unemployed, eligible for only the minimum unemployment compensation, and with little...
Ricky and I have been inseparable since we were toddlers. Our families lived in the same bunkhouse and we were born three days apart. Any time the families get together to relax, someone will inevitably tell a story about something cute we did when we were growing up and the rest of the time will be taken up with everyone else adding their stories. If you asked anyone on the ranch, including us, it was practically destined that Ricky and I would be together as mates. That all changed a...
Note : This story is completely fictional! == Seduction in the Shower by LO == (MF, Inc, Rom) The first time I did it, I had waited until the shower was running, and I could hear the water begin splashing from my bedroom. My father was taking a shower. I had already stripped off my clothes and was in my robe. Quickly, but quietly, I moved down the short hall and paused briefly outside the door, having a last minute reluctance to carry out the plan I had formulated for weeks. Ever since I had...
IncestI left the police station furious of what that cop did to me. I was so pissed off; I could feel my blood heating up. I vowed I was going to take revenge on the fucker. I’ll sue the Southern City Police Department if I have to. He hasn’t heard the last of me. My mind was spinning out of control and I needed something to soothe my brain, among other things. So, I stop at the liquor store and get some “spirits”. I present my phony ID to the store clerk and he nods when he reads it and makes the...
SpankingHello all ISS readers. This is a real story which contains sexual features in it and therefore I kindly request that I will not be responsible for any miss happening. If u likes the story u can mail me on or My God, I wasn’t used to waking up like this… It was 6:30 on a Tuesday morning and the loud sound of someone coming down the stairs was quite enough to rouse me from my slumber. Having not slept very well last night, I grunted with discontent to myself, turning over on my other side in...
IncestThe jangling ring of the phone woke me up a few hours later. ‘Hello?’ I rubbed my face and tried not to yawn. ‘Are you okay?’ I frowned and rubbed my face again. ‘Sir?’ ‘Yes. Are you okay?’ I could hear the sounds of people behind him. He was in a store or something. ‘I fractured my foot, sir.’ He muttered something. ‘What’d they do?’ ‘Put it in a cast. How’d you get this number, sir?’ ‘Are you on Quarters?’ ‘No, sir. Don’t call me again.’ ‘Remember the arrangement we made?’ ...
A yearly trip to the gynecologist was never fun. Until the day I met Dr. Ike Okafor. I was on the exam table in the little paper gown when he walked in. My mouth fell open. He stood there, all 6 feet and 3 inches of him. He had black hair, shaggy but neat. His eyes seemed almost silver they were so grey. He was GORGEOUS. He was probably 28 at the most. I realized my mouth was gaping open and I shut it quickly."Ngozi, how are you? I'm Dr. Okafor."I gulped. "I'm okay, it's nice to meet you." My...
I could take a good look I was just in front of the house about to heat my car, When I saw my hot neigboor coming down the stairs, she was taking her child to the school cab, She was wearing only like a big ShirtIt was early in the morning, everything was quiet.I think she though nobody was around.Those were two stories long stairs, and from my point of view I could see from down and the side part almost all the way of it.When she was coming back...She was stepping up stairs very slowly because...
ExhibitionismHi iss readers ye baat karib jan 2007 end ki hai un dino shaddi ke saye chal rahe the aur har dusre din kahi na kahi jana hi tha, maine pahle apni story bata diya tha ki maine kaise apin maid ko choda tha, par mujhe nahi pata tha ki papa bhi maid ko chodne ke chakar mai rahete hai, lakin maine kai bar dekha ki papa bare gor se meena ki gand aur boobs ko dekhte the sath hi underwear aur baniyan mai uske ass pass ghomte rahete the. Papa ki umar aur uski umar mai karib 22 saal ka antar tha, papa...
The City Who Cried I am a city. Okay, so I'm not the streets, or the buildings, or the people. But I have the last say in a lot of what happens here - everything from traffic lights to dispatching emergency crews to dealing with garbage are under my control. It hadn't always been the case. I was born human, but badly damaged - so badly, they had little choice but to put me in the "shell" program, a way to hook up a human to mechanical frame called a shell. I went to a special...
Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By AngelJedi (Released: November 22, 2010) Chapter 17 - Stairway to Stardom "Morning, Austin," I said when I walked into the kitchen to get breakfast the next morning. It was earlier than I would have expected him to be up. "Are you coming to the video...
Delmer was still arguing with deBoer as Roger, Catalina, and Bonnie made it out the door. Getting out into the sunshine was enough to cool Bonnie's temper, at least as far as Roger could see. "'Counselor?' 'My colleague?'" Catalina laughed. "I didn't know my boyfriend was a lawyer." "Your boyfriend is just a retired factory rat," Roger laughed. "All you did was introduce me as your friend, and he took it from there. I'm glad he did, though. We had to get out of there before a...
I have lately come to terms that I like to cross dress and want to explore it more. Thanks to one of my friends on here who has encouraged me I am taking that next step. I have never really told anybody else about what I do. I had to go out of town for a few days on business and decided to take my clothes so I could dress and go out in public some. I figured I would do it there so in case I didn't pass well it would be in another town.Well yesterday I got through calling on one customer...
Kenny woke the day after his mother assumed a new control over him. She had laid down the rules of the house in no uncertain terms. He was to do the housework and improve his grades or he would not be allowed out of the house. His humiliation the day before caused him to consent to the conditions, not that he had much choice. He rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. After taking a piss, he checked his ass in the mirror and saw that it was still red from the punishment Abby had...
IncestSo I was 19 I dropped by a friend's place to chill. He was not back when I got there but I came in anyway. Nothing unusual. I walked into the kitchen and there I saw her. My buddy's step mom climbing out of the pool. She was wearing thing skin tight black bikini. Her long blonde hair soaked but still perfect. But best of all her model body. Slim very fit with perfect c cup tits. My god is she a stunner. She looked right at me. I thought she would have covered up but no. She dryed herself and...
December 19 Tonight was the winter concert for both bands. This is when we present all the music we’ve been working on since Marching Band ended. I wasn’t nervous about any of it except my ‘solo’ part, which was actually a brass quintet part that only ran about 20 measures, something less than a minute long. I’d practiced it on my own at home, after school with the rest of the quintet and countless times with the full band during two months of rehearsals in class and after school. Mr. J....
Lucy Heart is pleased to show off her new lingerie for Max Dior. He helps her dress up between kisses. Once she has both stockings on and has attached the tops to the garter belt, Lucy inspects herself in the mirror. Satisfied with what she sees, she collapses on the couch to make out with Max. Making out isn’t enough for a girl who’s feeling stunning in her lingerie. She gets to her knees as she pulls Max’s hardon out of his pants. Soon enough she’s got her hands and...
xmoviesforyouHow long did he stay with his mouth glued to her cunt? He couldn't say since time had no meaning for him then. As he moved his lips over the entrance of her cavern, he then made a discovery. There was a spot at the front, between the twin lips, that made her thighs squeeze his head each and every time his lips would touch that most sensitive place. He soon concentrated his attention of this small flesh projection that was in all evidence a center of excitement for Anna. He seized the morsel...
Ever since she was a small child, Sydney Pennyworth was never truly satisfied. When she achieved a great success, it was never enough for her. When she managed to gain unimagined rewards, she felt she needed something else. It was an aura that plagued her forever and a day and it was rearing its ugly head even though she was happily married and had been recently promoted to district supervisor. Her mother and father were glad to see her married and bundled off to her own home and family...
I noticed that my mother in law was very sexual frustrated so I thought I would tease her a little. She was sitting on the couch watching tv so I decided that it might be good thing to go to my room and remove my undies only wearing my boxers.I returned to the tv room and positioned myself opposite her so that my crotch will face her, I took my cellphone and put in on camera mode to spy on her. I laid on the couch so that she can notice my cock peeping at her. I saw her through the cam that she...
'Uh, Mr. Taylor?' He was standing at the door, looking nervous. The new guy, third floor front. I was feeling pretty good. I'd put in an hour at the gym, first time for a while, and my body didn't like that much, but the first beer of the day had hit the spot and Stevie Ray Vaughan was doing incredible things with a guitar. 'Doug. No mistering in this house. Whaddya need, Nick? No need to stand in the doorway: you been here a while, you'll discover I'm easy, long as the rent's on...
Gary and Daniella, Dani to most folks, had invited Sue and me to a casual card game and dinner. Two of Gary's younger friends were still there, helping him with the same car that had crushed Gary's legs two months ago. Gary asked them to join us, so they laid a thick 4x8' plywood sheet on the basement Bumper Pool table over some towels to protect the rails. Dani pulled a painter's tarp over the makeshift table and covered it all with a heavy tablecloth. The conversion was so fast and smooth...
Curtis Flannery was conflicted. He had a good job. His Lordship gave him much more say in the breeding program than most lords would. That was part of the problem, actually. He had noticed the signs that his sons were sniffing about this or that girl on the estate. But all boys did that, and he hadn't given it a thought. And he almost never went up to the manor itself. He told himself that was why he hadn't noticed all the pregnant lasses around the place. He had been shocked nearly out of...
--three days later-- Mona stood close as King Levan penetrated her daughter. Completely naked, Petra quivered as the deed proceeded, and Mona tried and failed to not notice her daughter's attributes, and was grudgingly impressed at how beautiful her daughter had become. Her breasts were larger than Mona's and her waist slim, a nubile beauty that any man would want to have. Petra squealed as the king's sizeable cock slipped past her bush and into her body, slowing his entrance as he came...
By the time they got home, there wasn't much time for them to do much more than clean up, and get ready for a new day. They didn't mind though, because they were too excited to sleep, anyway. Sharon and Mary shared a ride, as they often did, stopping to get some breakfast at a fast-food drive-through. They had coffee at work, so some sandwiches and hash browns were all they needed. Mary also stopped at a bakery and bought boxes of donuts and rolls to celebrate with the others at work. Sharon...
Hi all! My name is Swarup (name changed) I am a great follower of iss. Here I am going to explain about my first sex experience. Her name is Preethi (name changed) set assets are 34-26-36 nice and big boobs. Her height is 5’9 she is from Hyderabad. I came to USA for masters and parallel started to work in subway by my work and skills I became manager to the subway in short time it was summer time most students from different universities where part time jobs were less used to try for part time...
For many a man out there, their first sexual experience was a hand job. That's why I like to call getting a hand job getting an "old-fashioned." Because it occupies such a quant area of human sexuality, it doesn't often get the respect it deserves. Nevertheless, I still love to get the occasional hand job, especially if it's a hidden hand job delivered in public.Hand Jobs for DummiesThere are a million ways to deliver a hand hob. The one you are probably most familiar with is the okay sign hand...
Premium Handjob Porn SitesMy new neighbour walked over across the road and introduced himself as James. He told me that he and his wife moved over from Adelaide as he has a job here with the Customs department. He told me that his wife Rachel had wanted to live in this neighbourhood as she had it was a great quiet place to live in. James told me that they were both 24 and looking to start a family here. I welcomed James to the neighbourhood which he said thanks. We talked a while about work and the kind of social life...
InterracialI have always been a keen gardener, acquiring my love of horticulture and vegetable growing as a child, when I spent many a happy summer’s day at the family’s allotment watching my father and his friends cultivating, then invariably competing with each other, as to the size and beauty of their annual crop. Now I’m all grown up, I am delighted to have an allotment all of my own. It is my retreat you see - a place where I can be alone, and do as I choose, work hard - digging, planting and...
VoyeurThis is a story from when I was visiting some friends in St Petersburg, Florida, several years ago...Kim and I have been friends for a while. She's a cute brunette in her early 20s, kind of petite and small framed. She had just broken up with her boyfriend of two an a half years and wanted to go out and really raise some hell. Well, I'm always up for some fun. Friday night - party time! I decided to invite my girlfriend Michele to go with us, though she and Kim had never met. I knew we were in...
This story involves Adult/child incest relationship, Mother/daughter/coach & boyfriend. If you are not 18 years of age or are offended by this type of story, please do not read. Any comments or encouragement to continue please write to me at [email protected]. This story is as true as I can remember, it happened to me a few years ago. I was 16 years old. I live in a suburb of Cleveland, Ohio. The people: Mom's 32 name is Sue, My boyfriend's name is Johnny 17, Coach is 34 Miss....
Carolina has been wanting to try some sex on camera for the first time. She decides to take matters into her own hands and produce it herself. She runs up to her boy toy who was resting his eyes. With the camera pointed at his cock, she decides to give it a little lick. That was a good way to wake him up. Now he could film while Caro rides his dick as if it was a dirty sex rodeo. Carolinas slender body was the perfect fuck, causing her man to nut all over her stomach. This could be one of the...
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