10th Ki Ladki Ki Chut Mari
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By the time we drove back home, all the good feelings had been stripped away. I could see and feel the tension on Mama's face as we neared the house. I reached over to her, and placed my hand on her arm, trying to send her a signal of my love and support for her.
"Kenny, I'm not sure I can do what we talked about. When it was just the two of us, everything seemed possible to do, but, now, I don't think I can face telling Thomas that I forgive him. I still have angry feelings about what he did, and especially about how and where he did it."
"Don't tell him that you've forgiven him if you really haven't. Tell him you're trying to forgive him instead."
"Bunny will be here tonight. I'll have to talk to him too. I don't want to disturb the relationship he and I have. Bunny was the only one I could turn to for so long. We've always been so close. I'm worried that you think it was sex, when it wasn't. It was, and is a deep love and affection. Anything else is just a way we comfort each other. Calling it sex trivializes it, and makes it appear tawdry. It was never tawdry, never."
She was looking at me, and I saw that she really wanted and needed me to see that it hadn't been sex. I didn't doubt it was love, and I knew how much they meant to each other. What I'd thought was that the tie they had was preventing either of them from living guilt free lives. If they took such pains to hide what they were doing, they must have been ashamed to have anyone find out. I knew that Hans and Gerta knew about it though. One of the skills I'd developed in the orphanage was keen observation. I'd seen the looks that Gerta and Hans had exchanged whenever Uncle Bunny visited, and Mr. Parsons wasn't home.
"I understand comfort. I think it was lucky that you always had someone you could turn to. Uncle Bunny loves you more than he ever loved anyone else. Maybe he's ready to let Mr. Parsons comfort you now though. If you talked to him, I bet you could figure out some other way to be close. You and I are close, but we don't have sex."
"It wasn't sex. You keep saying that, but it wasn't. Sex is what Bunny had with Bea, what you and she had as well. Bea had sex with all three of you. Sex is what I have with Thomas. It isn't the same thing at all. They are two entirely different kinds of satisfactions."
"I believe that. I know how different it was with Bea. Even holding hands with Brenda was better than having sex with Bea. It was important with Brenda. With Bea, it was only fun."
"No, I love Thomas, Kenny, you must never doubt that. I've always enjoyed his embraces, from a strictly emotional level. It was never a shared emotional experience however. With Bunny, it was always shared, no matter what else it was. There were things I never allowed Bunny, not after I spoke my marriage vows. We didn't do what Thomas did with Bea. That is an important distinction too."
"Important, but having nothing to do with solving your marriage problem now. When we've talked, you always said that the main problem was that Mr. Parsons didn't love you. I'm sure you're wrong about that. Mostly, you're wrong because you and he don't define love the same way. He doesn't think he loves you, but he really does. I've seen it when he talks about wanting to stay married to you. I couldn't figure out why he didn't see it that day he came out to the Academy, trying to get me to see if I could help you with your depression. He was so worried, and he felt so bad. I knew he loved you when he offered to pay me a million dollars if I could think of a way to keep you from divorcing him."
"He offered you a million dollars? Was he serious?"
"He was serious, but he didn't think it was for love. He said he enjoys being married to you. He said you had a good marriage together, much better than what most of his friends and colleagues had."
"He's said that to me too, but that is only his conceit. It is always so much easier for the one who is already loved."
"I don't think so. You had all the money, control of his job, the good family he never had. How do you think he felt knowing how much more you had than he had? You already had everything he was going to have to try to earn. How was he going to impress you and earn your respect? On top of that, you also wanted him to give you his heart, and his love?"
"It wasn't like that. We welcomed him into our family, into all our lives. We denied him nothing that he asked for."
"But, he had to ask. He told me his mother was an alcoholic, a bad one. That's where he learned to pretend not to notice the embarrassing things she did when she was drunk. That's what he's done with you, all through your marriage, when you were in the worst of your depressions, he left, and pretended he didn't know that you got that way. He didn't want you humiliated by knowing he saw that. Why would you think he was so smart and special in all those other ways, but he wouldn't find out about your depression and the withdrawals?"
"He never saw me like that!"
"Yes he did. We've all seen you like that. It isn't anything for you to be ashamed of. We all love you, and it didn't matter to us. What mattered was helping you get back to being your normal self again. If he didn't love you, he wouldn't have pretended all these years, even when the two of you were fighting the worst."
"None of this is proof. It's all your conjecture."
"I believe he left so that you and Uncle Bunny could comfort each other, He knew you needed that kind of love, and he knew you didn't get that from him."
"No! You've said enough. Stop talking about this."
"He told me he listened to Uncle Bunny all these years, because he was the one who could always bring you back when you got badly withdrawn. He told me that. He never questioned Uncle Bunny about what he had to do to bring you back. He just wanted you to come back. He loves you. Even if he never admits it, or says it to you, he does. If he loves you, and still lets Uncle Bunny do whatever he thinks is necessary, he must care more for you than he does about his own pride. He even leaves the house, so that the two of you have privacy."
"Are you arguing his case so strongly to get his million dollars? I'll give you the million dollars, if you want it so badly. I'll have Bunny take care of it on Monday."
"Mama, you know that isn't the reason. I don't need a million dollars either. Did you stay with him so long, even when he said he didn't love you, just so he could make you more money with your father's company? Why is it so hard for you to accept that he loves you? I could prove it to you, but only by letting you go into one of your worst withdrawals again. He could bring you back even if Uncle Bunny and I couldn't. Not because you love him either, but because he does love you. He's always been afraid to try to do it. If nothing else worked, he'd have to try."
"I will not be used by you in some experiment to prove or disprove your hypothesis, Kenny. You are young, and so full of innocence, that you can afford to believe in all of your wishes. I'm comfortable to Thomas, a good fit for all of his social appearances and business entertaining. I don't complain about the sex we have together. I was certain that he would welcome the divorce, when he came into his own money from the sale and merger. I underestimated the value he places on his social comfort. He wishes to keep things the same, because he's grown comfortable with the lifestyle we've enjoyed. He never liked to admit failure or defeat."
"This started out as you not being certain if you could forgive Mr. Parsons. I told you all you have to do is tell him you'll try. I tried to show you why I think he loves you, to make forgiving him easier for you to do. If you love him, and you'll try to forgive him, it would be enough. Do that, and I'll try to find some way to make him realize that he loves you. You know, even you said there was no hurry about getting a divorce."
We went into the house without speaking more about it. She didn't say that she'd do any part of what I'd asked her to do, but she didn't say she wouldn't either.
When we came in, Mama went into the library right away, and then I saw Hans go in to get her a drink. I looked in on her, but she was sitting on the settee, drinking her highball and staring off at nothing. I went to the study door and knocked.
"Come."
"Hi, we just got back. Hans said we're eating at seven thirty tonight. Uncle Bunny will be here right around then."
"Thank you, Kenny. I hadn't realized it had gotten to be so late already. Is Bertie upstairs or downstairs?"
"She's in the library having a drink." He stood up, and started putting papers into different piles.
"Shall we join her?" I smiled, and we left to go to the library. By the time we got there, Hans had been summoned to make her another drink. Mr. Parsons ordered a whiskey and soda, and went to sit next to Mama. When he did that, she looked at me. It looked like she was nervous. I hoped she didn't think I had told him what the two of us had been talking about. I guess I was in the habit of telling all of them about the things the others had said to me. I didn't always tell everything, but there were some things that I felt they needed to know about what the other person felt or wanted.
"Mama told me about both of you wanting to adopt me. I think it's a great idea. Would my name be changed to Parsons too?"
"That isn't necessary Kenny, but I'd certainly be in favor of it, if that's what you wanted too." Mr. Parsons looked at Mama, obviously expecting her to agree also. She took another drink out of her highball glass. "Bertie, what do you think?"
"I hadn't given that any thought. We should consult with Bunny first, find out how much difficulty it would be to change all of his records to reflect his new name. Kenny, are you certain you would be able to make an adjustment to changing your name?"
"I don't even know where they got the last name they gave me. They might have just made it up. I asked one of the sisters once, but she wouldn't tell me. They didn't like questions like that at St. Cecelia's. I could keep my first name the same though, right? I'd like to stay Kenny." I thought Mama was disappointed with my response. "It doesn't matter that much if it's too much of a bother to do."
"Kenny, it's your decision. Whichever name you'd prefer. Bertie, were you perhaps hoping he'd choose to be a Chalmers?"
"I hadn't given the matter any thought. The important thing is that Kenny has agreed to the adoption. We'll inform Bunny when he arrives. He said he can get the paperwork started right away. This calls for another drink, let's make it a celebration." Mama wasn't very convincing when she said she felt like celebrating. Hans had left to go back to the kitchen, so Mr. Parsons got up and did the honors for them both. He looked at me, questioningly, obviously wondering whether something had happened to disturb Mama in the time she was gone to pick me up from school. Mr. Parsons was bringing the fresh drinks back, when Mama let him have it with her opening salvo. "Did you think you could use Kenny to manipulate me into maintaining our marriage, Thomas?"
"Bertie, I never did that!"
"What would you call it then? Did you think I wouldn't find out about your attempted bribe? I wondered why you were so quick to offer to participate in the adoption. Offering a million dollars though. I guess I should be flattered that I'm worth so much to you."
"That money was offered as incentive for him coming up with an idea that allowed us to stay married. It wasn't a bribe to turn him against you. Don't twist it to make it seem sinister, Bertie. It wasn't a way to deceive you, or to trick you into staying my wife. As for the adoption, you heard what Bunny told us. Things will go smoother if we apply as a couple. I wanted to show my support for the adoption, my belief that you would make a fine parent for Kenny."
"I don't want you trying to buy Kenny. I didn't like it when Daddy tried to buy you for me either."
"Is that how you viewed it? Amazing! I can see that you're in one of your moods tonight, Bertie. The kind where you'll find fault with anything I say or do. If you'll excuse me, I'd prefer to spend time alone at the apartment, where I can, at least, catch up on the work I've fallen behind on. Please make my apologies to Bunny. Kenny, sorry that you're caught up in the middle of this. I had hoped that we could all celebrate." He turned away from the settee and walked out of the library and continued on up the stairs to his room.
"That wasn't what I wanted to happen, Kenny."
"No, I don't imagine it was. That was quick though. Did you do that to make sure he never trusted me again?"
"No, of course not. How could you even think that?"
"I don't know. How could I? Maybe because you attacked him by using the million dollars like it was a bribe, when you already knew it wasn't. He doesn't know that I explained that it wasn't, but you know that. I grew up seeing that same kind of method used, when the sisters would twist the truth into plausible lies in order to make someone do what they wanted. What did you want him to do? I'm asking, because it never got far enough for me to find out what you wanted. Unless, you wanted him to leave like this."
"I was angry, perhaps I could have approached it in a less confrontational manner."
"I've never seen the apartment either. I think I'll go with Mr. Parsons, if he'll let me. I'll try to explain to him that I didn't tell it the way you used it to attack him with. This way, you and Uncle Bunny can be alone, to talk and comfort each other."
"Are we to enter into a punishment cycle for all of our actions then, Kenny. Is this how you want us to relate to each other?"
"Mama, I love you. That's unconditional. I'm not going to pretend to approve of things you do, just because I love you. For whatever reason, you did that on purpose, knowing it would injure the relationship I've built up with Mr. Parsons. I can't figure out why you wanted to do that, but I'm sure it was deliberate. I'm going to try to undo that damage, if I can. I'm not trying to punish you, I'm trying to preserve the relationship I'm building with the man who is supposed to be my new father."
"Bunny would make a better father."
"I asked you about that, but you said it was impossible."
"He could be your Uncle and I could be your mother. He'd be like a father in many ways."
"You never planned on having Mr. Parsons be my father?"
"No."
"I'll explain that to him. Maybe he'll still be willing to sign the papers after I do that."
"Kenny, I see this as a question of loyalty. You need to show who has first claim on your loyalty. I want you to stay here with Bunny and me tonight."
I walked out of the library and walked up the stairs to Mr. Parsons and my mother's bedroom suite, and knocked on the door, before opening it. Mr. Parsons was ready to leave, with a bag already packed. I guess he hadn't had a chance to unpack yet.
"I want to go to the apartment with you tonight." He looked at me, wondering why I'd want to do that. "Either that, or you can give me a ride back to the school tonight. I'm not staying here if you're leaving."
"Kenny, this isn't anything that's serious. It will all blow over in a day or two. I've been dealing with these moods of hers for twenty five years. It's always better to leave her alone, to let her get calmed back down. If you leave too, it will only escalate into something larger, something that might become a real danger to Bertie. We wouldn't want that, would we?"
"I'm not staying. I'll ask Hans to drive me back to school, if you don't want to take me with you."
"You are too much like Bertie, Kenny. I'm not even that upset by any of this. I'm simply bowing to the reality that I'm not good company for her tonight. If I treated these little upsets as seriously as you're doing, our marriage would have never left the starting gate. Bertie needs to be herded, not roped. Eventually, she'll go in the direction you want to go in, but not if you insist on when or how."
"She doesn't want you to be my father."
Back in Glasgow I was kept busy between working different hours at the restaurant and my school work. What time I had off I spent studying and still managed to keep up a correspondence with Emma. I could go dancing on the weekends, so getting dates was not a problem, keeping them was because of my busy schedule.In her letters Emma was still telling me about her supposed dreams, in which she would be explicit, and pressing me to tell her what excited me. "Did I love her Soosi more than her...
Lesbian... I told her that she could be friendlier to me. I was going to ask her if she knew any card games that we could play, but before I got a chance to ask her, she opened up her robe and she was naked underneath. "Is this friendly enough for you?" Except for me, none of the other boys at the orphanage were older than eleven or twelve. That was because most boys got adopted by someone eventually, and St. Cecelia's tried to take younger boys in to replace the ones that left. The younger you...
After I said good night to Mrs. Parsons, I returned to my bedroom and started putting my clothes away. The very first thing I did was gather up all of my old clothes and put them back in the garbage bag that I had brought with me. I hoped that I'd be able to send them back to the orphanage so that some other boys could get some use out of them. If not, I was sure that Mr. Chalmers would know what I should do with them. I was halfway done going through the boxes and putting my clothes away...
This time, Mrs. Parsons drove us out to the country club in her own personal car. It wasn't as big as the one that Hans had driven us in, but it was a nice car. She didn't speak to me at all on the drive over to the country club, and I was afraid to ask her if she was mad at me for what happened the night before. As soon as we got there, she took me down to where Mr. Chalmers had taken me. She didn't bring any golf clubs with her though. We went past where I'd stopped the first time, with...
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Friday night came, and with it, Mr. Parsons. He sat down to dinner with us and that was supposed to be all I saw of him for the whole weekend. Mrs. Parsons made a comment that he was under enormous pressure because of the pending merger, and she told me not to bother him during his stay. As if I would seek him out for anything. I went up to my bedroom after dinner, and sat on my bed, listening to my radio, and thinking about my next idea for "accidentally" running into Brenda. It had been...
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After I returned home, I checked in with Gerta to see whether Mrs. Parsons had eaten anything or not. She hadn't. According to Gerta, her last bite of food, or drink of any liquid refreshment, had been the evening before. When I came back out from the kitchen, Bea was scurrying away from the door separating the dining room from the kitchen. "Hi Bea, don't tell me you're still mad at me?" She continued moving away from me. "I guess you don't want to hear about what happened at the pool...
I went into the library, as soon as I got off of the phone with Brenda. I waited for Mrs. Parsons to come back downstairs like she had promised she would. My thoughts were centered not so much on the questions I wanted to ask her, but on the more general idea of me finding a way to fit in. I hadn't fit in very well at the orphanage. The sisters had told me many times that it was because I refused to make any attempt to. They were right. I hadn't wanted to fit in there. Here, it was an...
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I got up earlier than usual to see Mrs. Parsons off on her trip to Chicago. She asked me several questions about my reconciliation with Brenda, seeming quite satisfied with my answers. She kissed me lightly on my lips when she gave me a hug goodbye. "After tonight, Kenny, the company will effectively be out of my family's hands for the first time ever. I'm going to hate signing everything away. It isn't the money that I wanted, it was knowing that all of the employees and their families...
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It was almost eight o'clock before dinner was finished and I could go up to my room to call Brenda. Mrs. Parsons came downstairs when Hans, Gerta and I were about halfway through eating dinner in the kitchen. She was drunk and weeping, dressed in her robe, and obviously rumpled from too little rest. She sat with us through the remainder of dinner, but refused to eat anything. Gerta had to help her back up the stairs, and sit with her until she finally fell asleep. This was the first time I...
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On Monday, after Mr. Parsons went to work, Mrs. Parsons told me to get ready for my golf lesson. It hadn't been two weeks, but I didn't argue with her. We took the limousine, and Hans drove straight to Brenda's house. When we pulled up outside, Mrs. Connor, Brenda, and Richard all came out together. I got out and opened the door for them. Since Richard was carrying his mother's golf bag, I didn't offer to help. Even Hans stayed in the driver's seat, and just pushed the remote button to...
Hans drove me over to Holton the next morning. Mrs. Parsons came downstairs to sit with me at breakfast, and to see me safely off. She looked more natural than she had the night before, but still very tired and wan. I told her that I needed her to try to eat better and to regain her strength. She said that she had already checked with the school and cleared it with the administration for me to be picked up Friday after five P.M. It was school policy to try to be responsive to the wishes of...
On Friday, my last class got out at three o'clock, but I still had to wait for my weekend pass to be processed, and then brought over to our apartment by Terry. I was the only boy from the room that was leaving for the weekend. As such, I was being given lists of items to bring back with me on Sunday night. Nigel gave me a twenty dollar bill, and asked me to buy him some condoms. Jerry said he was broke, but gave me a list of snacks and magazines that he said he really needed. How could you...
Sunday Morning I got up and got dressed before eight o'clock. When I came downstairs, Gerta was in the kitchen and Hans was working on changing the outlet in the garage. I went out back to see Hans. He was already finished putting in the new outlet, and had replaced the fuse with one that was for the correct amperage. He went and turned on the main power switch and the lights came on and stayed on. After about ten minutes, he went and put his hand on the outlet box, feeling to see if it had...
Mr. Chalmers and Bea were sitting in the living room talking to Mr. Parsons when Mrs. Parsons and I got back from the club, at around six. All three of them had drinks in their hand. Dinner was at six thirty, Gerta told us, then she went and made a drink for Mrs. Parsons. I was glad to see Bea. I knew she was leaving the next day, and I wanted to have a chance to tell her goodbye before she left. "So, Kenny, how's that fancy school you're going to? Bunny says there are no girls allowed...
School dragged by slowly. Our teachers were very good. Too good, if you were used to going to a school where you were one of the smartest kids. In my classes, that was definitely not the case anymore. The teaching philosophy at Clement Academy was simple. Each teacher would push you as hard as he felt you were capable of absorbing information from him. It didn't help me that I never volunteered in the classroom either. At CA, they didn't ask for a show of hands to see if you wanted to...
Mrs. Parsons was feeling a lot better, but still, she wanted to wait until the next day to go to the country club with me. After Elena decided to take the job, she left on her motorcycle to get her belongings. She told me that she had a green '63 Ford pick up that she'd be moving her stuff with. After she left, I went into the kitchen to have something to eat. Gerta was happy about a few things. She was glad that Elena had accepted the job, and that Mrs. Parsons was doing well again. She...
Sunday, Mrs. Parsons was feeling good, and we went out and played eighteen holes of golf together. We teed off at ten thirty, and finished up at three o'clock. We were behind two other foursomes, and it was the foursome in front that was slowing everyone down. While we waited, I tried to keep Mrs. Parsons focused on her learning center idea, rather than on the slow pace we were able to play golf. After golf, I walked over to the pool area while Mrs. Parsons was in the pro shop talking with...
Mr. Chalmers helped me with my mother, moving her into her bedroom, Gerta followed close behind us. The three of us spent the next hour with her, Uncle Bunny (that's what he asked me to call him) telling mama how difficult it had been for the two of us to bring her back this time. I decided to ask her about the place she went to. "Did you want to come back to us?" She looked at me for a minute, and then closed her eyes before speaking. "Kenny, that is too hard for me to answer. Going...
Uncle Bunny joined us for golf Saturday morning. He refused to bet with Mr. Parsons because they couldn't agree on the number of strokes he needed to be given. Mr. Parsons offered him five strokes a side, but Uncle Bunny wanted a stroke per hole. When they finally gave up trying to make a money match, I offered Uncle Bunny two strokes a side for a ten dollar Nassau. When he found out that Mr. Parsons was giving me eight a side, he accepted my bet. My mother was a little off her game,...
We didn't stay up too late Friday night. Mama had two more drinks before we turned in. After saying goodnight to her, I went into my own room and got ready for bed. A lot had happened in a short time. I had been on an emotional roller coaster almost since the time my mother had picked me up and taken me to the club that afternoon. I was beginning to feel the strain of all of the changes that had been set in motion by the words spoken within our family. Earlier in the evening, although it...
I was back in school in the early part of January when my mother had another of her serious depression withdrawals. Everything had been going fine, one minute she was laughing and happy, and the next, she went up to her room and started the painful process of guilt and overwhelming sadness. It was like one of those long slides they had in the playground at the school I had gone to. Mama would go anywhere from two or three days, to two or three months, seemingly perfectly normal, then, for...
I got back to school just in time to be there for all of the drama of Nigel finding out that his whole family was going back to England, and that, they were planning on leaving him behind to finish out the school year. Nigel's father had been promoted, and was heading back to run the marketing department for the entire auto company. Naturally, this news was devastating to Nigel. He had felt rejected by his family before any of this happened, but hearing the news made it seem far worse. He...
In the library, Mama was having a highball before dinner, when Emily and I walked through the open doorway. We joined her, with Hans fixing each of us a lime tonic. It looked like a real drink, but it had no alcohol in it. "Emily, I knew your father in high school. My brother and I were in the class right in front of his. Tell him that Bertie Chalmers says hello, won't you? He wouldn't know me as a Parsons." "He does remember you, because I heard him talking about that with my mom. He...
We all teed off the next day from the white tees, even Mama. I was sure the extra yardage would have a big effect on her scoring, but it didn't seem to have any effect at all. She finished up at one over, beating Uncle Bunny, dad and I. I only won one hundred from dad and two hundred from Uncle Bunny. It hurt having to pay it all to Mama. I had shot an eighty seven, but it was a forty on the front and a forty seven on the back. The back nine score had caused me to tie my bet with Uncle Bunny...
I called Emily, but only after telling my mother and father that Brenda had agreed on Emily coming on the trip with us. I told her that we'd stop by her house to pick her up soon after one o'clock, when my father was scheduled to leave. When I came back downstairs, Mama told me that dad was waiting in his study to speak with me. I went there and knocked on his door. "Come in Kenny, and close the door. I wanted to speak with you about what happened this morning. I'm not sure what all of...
We spent the next two hours of our journey with Brenda and Emily covertly competing for my attention. Mama and Mrs. Connor were both drinking. They drank a whole bottle of champagne together, and then another bottle of some white wine they both seemed very happy with. After an hour, you could tell they had been drinking quite a bit. I had already given Brenda a little make up kiss, and then I had to give Emily one as well. It was after this that the whispering began. Brenda was the first to...
It was the week before our Spring break, Nigel tried to hang himself in his bedroom. It was on Tuesday night, after we were all in our bedrooms. I heard a loud thumping sound, followed by the light in my bedroom going off. The sound had come from Nigel's room, and when I opened my door to get some light, I discovered that all the lights in the building had been knocked out. We found Nigel slumped on the floor with torn sheets wrapped around his neck, and the lighting fixture pulled from his...
When I woke next, the compartment was dark, everyone was asleep, my mouth felt musty and I needed to pee. I'd dreamt of shooting my cum all over that innocent face, which was now fixed in a peaceful expression as she slept on the lower berth. I hurried to the toilet while chewing some Mentos to get rid of the taste in my mouth. I went into the western style, as it tended to be cleaner, and aimed my boner at the toilet, emptying my bladder with a moan of satisfaction. I hadn't bothered to...
I have always been both a voyeur and an exhibitionist. I have also always had a raging sexual appetite than has caused me to masturbate at least twice a day, and sometimes that isn’t good enough. At times there is no substitute for the real physical connection with a member of the opposite sex. My name is Joe and I live in Chicago. Despite the number of people living in the city it can be difficult to find the right situation, especially if you are a single male looking to join a couple. Back...
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"Alright Nate, take us there." "Roger that. Computer, set a course to sector 51." Our spaceship lurched, changing directions to head towards our new destination. My name's Coda, and I'm a space pirate alongside my partner, Nate. We spend our days and nights scouring the vast reaches of space in search of loot, food and hapless captives to tie up and molest for our pleasure. Sounds cruel? Maybe, but being in space for so long, with so little company tends to do some twisted things to...
Hello Girl’s, Boy’s And also Ladies. Mera Naam Raja hai. Meri age 24 saal hai or delhi mai ek property related company me kaam karta hu. look wise bhi accha hu. Meri story suru hoti hai. Ye baat us samay ki hai jab mai apni padai kar raha tha shayed 10th me admission liya tha maine. Us samay meri ek chacheri sister bhi aayi hui thi mere ghar vaise to vo gaon me hi pali badi thi par kuch dino ke liye mere ghar pe rahne aayi thi uska naam gunja hai aur age mai mujhse 1 saal badi hai. Dekne mai...
Introduction: A housewife out for a girls night out ends up with alot more than she expected. I saw her sitting at a table in the VIP section with a group of girlfriends. It was obviously girls night out for her and her friends. They were all dressed to the hilt. You could tell they were all high class housewives judging from the clothes they were all wearing and the huge diamond wedding rings they were all sporting. The Club was upscale and on the rich side of town. It was about 10PM and they...
But the pain pills made up for that, after the bone was set and my arm put in a cast. Thankfully I didn't have to worry about school, but for at least a couple weeks, my activities would be limited. I know a lot of kids my age would have been happy to have an excuse to stay inside, reading comics and watching TV, or to spend all day on the computer, but that just wasn't me. I liked those things, but only sparingly. I'd rather be outside running and playing. I guess that's why I'm in...
60 miles North of Baghdad Al Qaeda Safe House earlier that evening The air was blue with the Turkish cigarette smoke. Three women were assigned to provide refreshments to the seven men. They were dressed completely in loose black robes, which left only their hands and eyes exposed. The women circled the table filling the small cups with the strong coffee preferred in this part of Iraq. The men sat around the heavy conference table dressed in casual western clothes. Two Frenchmen opened a...
Robert seemed very nervous. His hands were ever so slightly shaking as he stood behind her, gently combing through her very long blonde hair. He was muttering curses and insults under his breath, but his words were ignored. She was in a world of her own, an erotic fantasy world that both excited and scared her. She let her hand slip down between her legs. She was on fire. Her tight pussy was very wet, and it surprised her. She could not ever remember it being quite this wet before. ...
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Life seemed almost perfect. Here I was in a beautiful marriage, bringing up 2 lovely children, financially secure, and deeply in love with my hard working hubby Gary. Everything in the garden was rosy.I remember the first time Gary mentioned it to me. I was 34. The children were sound asleep, and we were making love in our bedroom. I was close to a cum, and Gary whispered, " I'd love you to do this with another guy." It took me a while to understand, but I cleared it from my mind, and some...
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Cindy smiled and asked, “Oooh good idea, when is our next prayer meeting?” The preacher looked at her and suggested, “Meet me here, 8pm Monday.” Cindy said goodbye and told him she would take a cab home. She didn’t tell him she had many things on her mind to think about. One thing she did not want to do was see her mother, JoAnne at this time. All the way home Cindy wondered how her mom would take the news, that she was going to start going to church. She chuckled and whispered, “Oh won’t...
"That's good to know. Such information will be helpful to me," I said. "Now remember this position you are in now. You will be in it a lot–I use it whenever I want to talk to you or give you a lesson. There are a couple of other positions I use as well but this is the most used. The others I will tell you about when the need arises.""Yes, Sir.""Now Eve let me give you an idea of what you have signed on for with me. Master's like myself have two main philosophies on how to train a submissive....
BDSMDamien had resumed his editing work and he didn’t really think much else about the whole Lauren Harris business, but he had forgotten to make sure that she had actually left the Volunteer’s offices. It should not have been too shocking, then, when Amos Clark knocked on his door and Damien opened it to find Lauren with him. It was fascinating, in a way, that Amos was such a handsome guy and yet Lauren didn’t show more than a cursory appreciation of his appearance. She kept her eyes on Damien,...
Exquisite Russian babe Liya Silver is a busty police officer who can’t resist some naughty sex with suspect Charlie Dean. The Penthouse brunette gets on her knees to give him a blowjob and strips off to reveal slinky red lingerie and big perfect titties. The tattooed vamp rides her stud cowgirl style, his lengthy cock filling her juicy pussy, and then he bends her over for a deep fuck. She moans with pleasure as he squeezes her boobs and drills her pussy until he cums all over her toned...
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