Separate Lives Chapter 2
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We had to file under the "no fault" provisions of the law since I took the time to exact a measure of revenge on my soon-to-be ex-wife. Seems that when I had sex with her after becoming certain of her infidelity, under the law I had "condoned" her actions by exercising my "conjugal rights." Oh well... that was what no fault divorces were for. My attorney was awfully put out with me, but he'll get over it.
I naively thought once divorce papers had been served on Sherrie, our attorneys would talk and work out the division of our property and other assets. After that, I figured we'd sign the paperwork, go before the judge and it would all be over with. Silly me. It seemed discussions between attorneys was necessarily a long, drawn out process that became negotiations about the most inconsequential of things.
For instance, I know the lawyers spent one whole lunch hour--I paid for it, I'm sure--on the question of whether I should return the TV I'd taken with me or did it constitute my share of the electronic equipment in the house? Who gave a flyin'... ? Well, anyway, it was taking forever, and I'd figured "no fault" was quicker. Hah!
What it finally all boiled down to was that the house and all the furnishings were to be sold and the proceeds divided equally--after the lawyers got their share, of course. Sherrie and I would identify any furniture or other things in the home that we particularly wanted and, if the other didn't protest, that item was theirs--up to a total value of five thousand dollars. I didn't care. I'd already made my selection. I told my attorney just to get on with it.
A few weeks after the petition for divorce was filed, but before our first court date, I went over to Cal and Melissa's house to see if I could get some answers to the question of how this whole thing started. Melissa had been Sherrie's best friend in college and I'd had known Cal slightly. Over the past few years, we had all become very close. Melissa had become as good a friend of mine as she was Sherrie's. I realized, belatedly, that Cal and Melissa had not come to our house, nor had they invited us to theirs, since the Vegas trip. Thinking of how Connie had spoken of Vegas, I wanted to see if Cal and Melissa could shed any light on the problem.
They were outside in the back yard when I arrived. When I rang the doorbell, Cal came around the side of the house and escorted me back, handing me a cold beer before having me sit in the shade of a big pecan tree that was growing in the far corner of their yard. We sat for a couple of awkward moments.
"So..." I said finally. Melissa burst into tears and got up to run in the house. Cal and I stared at the door through which she'd disappeared and looked at each other.
"She's a little emotional sometimes," Cal muttered.
"I know," I said, smiling a little in spite of all the pain everyone was feeling. Melissa was up front in everything she did and I loved her for it. In many ways, she was closer to me than my deceased sister ever had been. I took a long swallow of Coors' finest.
"Ron..." Cal said at length, "Melissa and me are just as sorry as we can be that you and Sherrie are breaking up, but we didn't know what to do, you know?" I looked at him questioningly. I could see comprehension spreading across his face.
"You don't know," he said. I shook my head. He got two more beers from the ice chest beside him and handed one to me.
"We didn't know whether to tell you when we got back from Vegas or not," he remarked sadly. "We figured Sherrie would tell you what happened--it couldn't be kept hidden, for Pete's sake--and, after a while it seemed she had and the two of you had everything all worked it out."
"Worked what out?" I asked quietly.
Cal took a deep breath and spent the next twenty minutes explaining how Sherrie had gotten sloppy drunk the first night in Vegas. Tired and mad because I'd had to cancel at the last minute, Sherrie had told the other two couples that if I wasn't going to be there when she needed me, she was going to find someone who would be. Sherrie spent the rest of the night gulping down hard liquor while dancing and flirting with every man who caught her eye. At some point, Sherrie and some blond guy managed to disappear even with both of the other couples trying hard to keep track of where Sherrie and the guy went in the casino. No one saw Sherrie until the next day.
That afternoon, Saturday, Melissa and Connie had gone to Sherrie's room and hammered on the door until Sherrie finally answered. She looked like she'd been rode hard and put up wet, according to what Melissa had told Cal. The blond guy had been in the bathroom, but had come out.
Sherrie had been defensive, but also drunk and defiant. The guy had acted completely unconcerned about the whole thing. He left eventually, but since Sherrie didn't join Melissa, Cal, Connie, and Tom that Saturday evening, they were pretty sure Sherrie and the unknown man had hooked up again.
Actually, other than that one meeting Saturday afternoon, none of the four saw Sherrie until late Sunday afternoon when she showed up at the airport to board the flight home. They hadn't seen how she got to the terminal so they couldn't say her boyfriend had brought her. They hadn't cared. I didn't blame them.
Melissa had come back outside wiping her eyes and was standing behind my chair with her hands on the tops of my shoulders. Every so often, she would pat me as one consoles an unhappy child. I'm not so sure that wasn't exactly what I was at that moment. When Cal finished, I sat looking into space.
"I wish you'd told me," I said after a while. "I don't know what good it would've done, but some of the lying and the cheating might not have occurred." I sighed and bit my lip. "But the damage had already been done, I guess. It wouldn't have made any difference in the long run."
"How did you find out about Vegas?" Melissa asked gently. I craned my neck back to look up at her.
"Ya'll just told me," I replied. She was confused.
"Well, how did you find out then," she asked. I took her hand in mine and patted it gently.
"I saw them in Sherrie's car on the street a few weeks ago and that blond guy had his hand up her skirt so far I knew he had to have his fingers inside her," I said tersely. Both their faces blanched; they winced in sympathy.
"Oh, you poor man," Melissa said. "What a horrible way to find out." I shrugged.
"I'm not sure there is a good way, 'Lissa," I said. "But it's over and done with now." I looked down at the grass about my feet so I wouldn't have to admit to the sting of tears that had suddenly rushed to my eyes.
Sherrie had evidently come over to tell them of the divorce a few days ago. Melissa said Sherrie had been mad as hell that Melissa wouldn't support her. It had been just a horrible mistake, according to Sherrie. When Melissa had called her a hussy and some other things, Sherrie had left in a huff. That was my Sherrie, all right. Blame everyone but the two people who committed the adultery.
Cal, Melissa, and I talked for another hour or so before I left. Their eighteen-month old baby needed attention and I wouldn't have been good company at dinner, though they tried hard to get me to stay.
Three and a half months into the "negotiations," the question of the pictures I'd taken of Sherrie and Blondie came up. Sherrie was afraid I was going to put them on the Internet. Their suggestion was a good one and I started to look for a website that would handle them. I offered to send copies to everyone at Sherrie's office and all her friends too. I didn't intend to do that, but it sure got the talks moving again.
There would have been some legal complications if I'd tried to do as I threatened. For one thing, there was the invasion of privacy thing since I'd taken the pics through the motel window and without permission from the motel or the participants. I told my attorney I'd go ahead and chance a law suit if something didn't nice happen real soon.
The next day, Sherrie's lawyer reopened the question of how to divide the house and offered me 60% of the sale price if I would turn over all copies of the pictures, but I refused. After a while, they offered 55% of the proceeds if I would agree to keep only one copy of the pictures and agree that I would never transmit them over the Internet in any way. And, oh by the way, Sherrie demanded a closed-door meeting between just the two of us. I made a counter offer of 60%, I'd keep only one set of prints, no digital copies, and a maximum of 30 minutes with her.
We eventually settled on the 60% of the house, two sets of the pictures (one for me and one, surprisingly, for Sherrie), no digital copies, and a one-hour closed-door meeting. They withdrew all of their motions before the court and agreed to a no-fault divorce at the earliest possible moment. A court order was obtained recognizing Sherrie and I were no longer living together as man and wife pending a final divorce decree. Texas does not have "legal separations" and this was as close as the attorney's could get to one. It was fine with me. The sale of the residence and furnishings could move forward, the mandatory wait time for the divorce would not be interrupted, and things would be over in another two months.
Meanwhile, I'd made a particularly strong effort to keep my divorce from affecting my job. In fact, I took refuge in my work. I was the first one to arrive in the morning and the last to leave that night. Maybe because he noticed my renewed dedication to the firm, the big boss made me the interim director for the R&D branch. He gave me all the problems to solve, but none of the pay increase for that position. I didn't care that much. I just made sure the disaster of my personal life never hurt my professional career.
I got there about ten minutes early. I'd hoped the traffic would be heavy and make me late, but it was not to be. The meeting between Sherrie and me was to take place in a temporarily vacant office in my attorney's suite. I was hustled into that office and ushered me into the big chair behind the desk. That would have a considerable psychological impact on Sherrie, they said. It would put her at a disadvantage. One of my lawyer's legal aides, the young woman who'd been so sympathetic when I'd initiated the divorce papers, fussed over me for a few minutes, straightening my tie and brushing at some imaginary lint.
She leaned in very close to me as I sat there. I could smell her perfume and if I'd let my eyes fall from hers, I'd have had a superb view down her open-necked blouse. When everyone else had left the room to greet the arriving party with my wife, she impulsively kissed my forehead and told me to "hang in there," and squeezed my hand encouragingly. Standing, she turned and walked through the doorway, but she looked back and smiled before she disappeared.
When everyone was gone, I got up and moved to a seat at the short conference table that butted up against the front of the big desk. I didn't think I needed any props or artificial barriers. My wife had committed adultery, I caught her, and I was getting rid of her. I didn't see things as any more complicated than that.
When Sherrie came in, she found me sitting there calmly placing 5 X 7 prints on the table of her and her blond fuck toy hammering away at each other on the hotel bed. I was going for neat rows of six pictures in each row but the photos tended to slide on the slick tabletop. It was a lot of effort to make each line of pics to line up. I worked while Sherrie settled herself. When I looked up, there was a flush across her face.
She was an attractive woman--not beautiful in the classical sense, but more than just pretty. I knew that under the bulky sweater top and knee length, dark blue skirt, there was a very exciting body. I looked into the face I'd loved for the more than six years we'd been together--four of them as a married couple. She'd been so warm and affectionate through most of those six years. Looking at her now, I couldn't say when the woman I used to know had disappeared, or where she'd gone.
"You got me really good didn't you?" she said bitterly, interrupting my train of thought. Her face was twisted into a mask of irritation, something I'd come to expect from her more often than not lately. "I'll bet you're soooo proud of yourself, aren't you?"
I snorted. The puff of air moved three prints sideways and I urged them back into place with a fingernail.
"Nah," I said quietly. "You got yourself," I told her. I glanced up to see her still glaring at me. She opened her mouth to say something I figured would be spiteful. I beat her to the punch.
"And no... I am definitely not proud of having caught a slut whore fucking around on me. I thought the woman I was married to would never, ever screw some strange man. Exactly why would you think I'd be proud to find out differently, huh?"
It took the wind out of her sails and she sat with a blank expression on her face for a time. I held up my left forearm and checked my watch in as ostentatiously as I could.
"I was told you wanted to talk to me... so talk. We've got just about fifty-five minutes left." I leaned back in my chair. I was tired of playing with the pictures. Sherrie made an effort to keep her eyes from straying to the pictures and look only at me. She took a deep breath.
"Ron, honey, I--"
"Whoa... huh uh... back up there!" I said quickly.
She pulled back, surprised at my vehemence.
"You don't have any right to call me "honey," "sugar," or "sweetheart" or anything else," I told her. "You gave that up when you started playing with your little fuck toy in Vegas." She flinched and swallowed hard. She couldn't meet my eyes, but she couldn't look at the pics either. The wall behind me was suddenly being given her complete attention.
"I didn't mean to... to step over any boundaries here," she said finally.
"Okay," I said, "just so we understand each other." She nodded.
"Ron..." she paused and looked at me, expecting me to object again, I guess.
"Ron," she continued, "first... I want to say I'm so sorry about all this. I never meant to hurt you, you've got to believe that."
"I don't have to believe any such thing," I retorted. "What the hell would make you think you could fuck around behind my back and not have it hurt me?" She looked at me for a long moment.
"I never meant for you to find out," she said in a low voice. "And if you hadn't found out, you wouldn't have been hurt." I snorted again disbelievingly.
"What? No harm, no foul? Sherrie, either you are pretty damn stupid... or you think I am. From what "our" friends are telling me, you were dry fucking this guy on the dance floor and in the casino. You went off somewhere; they couldn't find you and didn't manage to corner you until the next afternoon. Fuck toy was there in your room with you and you didn't even try to hide it. Just how the hell did you think you were going to keep me from finding out eventually?"
She sat looking at me without saying anything for a bit.
"Why didn't you stop me?" she asked sharply.
"What?" I said. "I wasn't there, Sherrie." She shook her head.
"When we came back, why didn't you say something? Why didn't you stop me from seeing him again?" She was getting worked up but I couldn't understand what she was talking about. "Why didn't you fight for me? You're supposed to love me," she blurted. I shook my head in confusion. This was hard enough without her talking in riddles.
"Sherrie," I said wearily. I didn't know what you were doing. How could I stop you... read your mind?" It finally struck me.
"Oh! Sherrie, Melissa and Cal didn't tell me about Vegas until I'd already caught you with your fuck toy." She winced at my repeated description of the blond guy but I wasn't in any mood to be gentle. "You want to know how I caught you?" I asked challengingly. She nodded. There was a small tear at the corner of her left eye.
"I saw you and fuck toy while I was sitting in a van at a stop light," I said shortly. "He had his hand so far up your skirt, I'm surprised his fingers weren't coming out of your mouth," I told her. Her posture changed. From one that had been aggressive, she slumped into one of despair and pain. I waited. I'd said my piece.
"I am so sorry you saw that, Ron," she said finally. "I'm sorry I let him do it... I'm sorry all of this happened."
"You sure didn't look like you were sorry that day," I told her. "In fact, you looked like you were having a ball," I said, "no pun intended." She cringed in her seat before straightening up.
"I came here to be honest with you and I'm going to do it," she said. "I was enjoying it," she said. "God help me, I was... but no more than I would have if it were my fingers in there, or... uh... a dildo, Ron," she said.
"But they weren't your fingers, Sherrie," I said softly, "it wasn't a dildo and they sure as hell weren't my fingers. They were his and his had no damn business being there."
I slammed my hand down on the polished tabletop, my open palm making a loud, smacking thud echo off the law books in the shelves all around.
"I had an exclusive rights contract with you, Sherrie," I said. "It's called a marriage. No one else in this whole world had any right to put his hands down there except me, dammit to hell!"
I sat back, trembling with anger. I fought to keep my temper from exploding. The twenty-four pictures on the table had all skittered across the surface of the table. To occupy my hands and mind, I began picking them up and placing them in a neat stack in front of me.
"I'm sorry, Ron," she said after a while. "You're right. I should not have done anything with that man. I know that. I don't have any excuses at all--"
"For the first time today, I agree with you," I said, cutting off whatever she was going to say.
"Yeah..." she said, "I know." She took a deep breath.
"Ron, would it make any difference if I told you that the night you took all these pictures... that I told him I wasn't going to see him any more?" I glanced up from my pile of photos. She held my eyes with her own. I shrugged.
"No, not a hell of a lot," I said evenly. She was startled. She'd thought she had something important to throw into the mix.
"Sherrie, you cheated on me in Las Vegas, right in front of our friends. When you came home, you didn't come to me and tell me about it... and up to the time I caught you... you'd already fucked him three, four, five... what... a dozen times more here in our hometown?
"What's that saying? 'What goes on in Vegas, stays in Vegas?' Boy that sure didn't apply to you, did it? Not one damn bit! Hell, you were like that energizer bunny--you just kept going and going and going.
"You know what, Sherrie? I've been told cheating gets easier every time you do it. Apparently, it is. You sure didn't seem to have any trouble finding places and times to fuck your blond guy. I doubt you would have ever stopped if I hadn't nailed you with some really good pictures... and filed for divorce." I looked up from my mound of pics.
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Privately we called it 'Fanny Hill meets Regency Romance'. We bought or cranked out a few dozen Regencies, threw in a few bodice rippers, and ladled on plenty of sex. Unlike porno movies where the whole point was to have sex, on these we had to rely upon such strange concepts as "story" and "plot", but the difference was profound. Where the romances had plenty of situations, we turned all of the social ones into sexual ones. London was rampant with sex, and men did what men did, but...
If I was Liz with her training I'd have probably set out a methodical plan to spark my love life. I was me, though, who decided to throw everything like college up in the air for a half-promise for a life with a guy that had every chance to fall through, and did. I did take some precautions, though. I made a few changes to my face—make-up could be so wonderful—and then headed for the town that was right next door, and not really acknowledged. It'd been an early shooting day. We nailed...
This was the way the opening scenes worked out: the woman came out of the bathroom brushing her hair. She was naked, of course, not wearing a robe like most women would have. She puts down the brush and stands in front of the closet, finally selecting a white dress with a black belt and collar. The top is low-cut, even for a 'sweetheart neckline'. Her boobs wobble as she takes a pair of shoes from a shoe rack. She doesn't bend over, that would be just a touch to blatant. Her husband is in...
Orgy Camp was wildly successful. Part of it, I think, was because it was done in segments, not as one long show; even half an hour can seem like forever when all you have is sex. There'd be five minutes here and there, usually with only a little lead-in. Woman A: "It seems so quiet around here without the kids." Woman B: "Last summer they did nothing but complain that there was nothing to do. So this year we sent them to a camp." Woman A: "We did that a couple of years ago. They...
Liz, it turned out, was in line for a medal. The gal who was the pilot, technically the Aircraft Commander, had survived after all. She'd been knocked unconscious, and Liz had made sure she got out as the plane went down. That was why the girl, Sue, actually Capt. Susan Edgecroft, landed came down on land and was rescued by a troop of British soldiers from the Parachute Regiment. She'd barely hit the ground before they were there to pick her up. The delay in finding Liz was because she...
Liz had accidentally given me the solution, but only when I thought about it. I had a scene to shoot that was an evening one, and then I didn't have to be on set until the next afternoon. It was a complicated scene involving fooling a man with a gun, I and the viewers knew it was a starter pistol) and then be "rescued" by Kelly, well, sort of. When he burst in on us I had him tied up and was really upset because he was lying on the floor and could look up my skirt. In a way it was rather...
Mere ghar meh 6 log hai meh rohit, deepa sister 19 years govind brother 20 years, lata sister 18 years, raja dad 40 mom girja 36 ye story us watq ki hai jab me 18 saal ka hua tha…. Hamare ghar me sabhi khule vichar rakhee thy aur gaaliya jaise common hi thi…. Me college jata tha meri behane deepa aur lata ghar par hi rehti wo school chod kar ghar me mom ka haat batati,govind bhi papa ke saat kaam par chala jata… Meri behne mom se khoob ghoul mil kar rahti kuch zada hi…..Yuhi life chal rahi thi...
Introduction: I can still post here bitches! Hehe, Anthony may get a visit from our friend Mr. Slendy (, After a few more minutes of pointless self pity, I decide to get the shower over with. I strip and turn on the water, letting it run through my hand until its nice and warm. I step in and spend the majority of an hour thinking about the events of the past few days. *********************************** I open the fridge door and scan the contents lazily. After seeing nothing of interest, I...
I got up got dressed and went downstairs. no one was downstairs, George and Jodie due to get up at 8:30 am. I went back upstairs, checked on Helen she was already back asleep. I then went to Joy's room, there she was sleeping naked on her bed i could see that she did not have her plug in her as she had her legs wide open. I could also see the bite marks and bruises i left on her titties from last night,. And seeing her like that i was getting hard again, so i dropped my pants got myself...
Not surprisingly, Kelly Kapowski's nipples were showing really cleary through her tank top. Bayside High School was having it's annual Cheerleader Carwash, and for obvious reasons, Kelly had opted to go braless. The funds raised, after paying for the slutty new cheerleading uniforms, would go to The Palisades c***dren's Hospital, a charity dear to Kelly's heart. She knew from previous years that her wet and erect teenage nipples had brought in a bewildering stream of profoundly generous...
Four internet friends all living in different countries had one thing in common; they were all turned on by the thought of mutual masturbation. All members of a porn forum they had discussed this topic long and often. I had observed their discussions but had never entered into conversation with them. Then one day they were discussing how hot it would be if they could all masturbate together live on camera. They could have had a cam to cam; but they wanted to all be on the same screen watching...
It was the summer between my senior year of high school and freshman year of college. I was working nights as a busboy, smoking weed almost daily, although I’d been caught by my parents and threatened by my father that if I’d do it again, he’d kick me out into the street. That would have been a real disaster because I couldn’t possibly function on my own out in the real world. I had no confidence, was constantly being told by dad that I wasn’t measuring up, and had basically become a loner. I...
Hiiii.. Madan here… Thanks a ton for your feedbacks friends So I begin my 6th part here.. 1.0 PM So I was ready to go to Maami’s parents place and came down to her house. Maami.. Maami..! Maami: In kitchen maddu She was preparing chapatti and not yet ready. I said “Maami? Not yet ready uh?” Maami: Sorry Maddu, I called mom and informed that we are coming. Actually mom and dad are busy in farm as they got good yield this time.. so I kept on talking Me: Areyy.. we will be there in 2 hours. You...
IncestIch bin gerade im Wald unterwegs, als Ich ein gerau aus einem Busch höre. Als Ich nachsehe bemerke nicht wie ein Wildschwein Baby mir entgegen kommt bis Ich es ausversehen weg trete. Bevor Ich irgendetwas machen kann ruft es seine Mutter und Ich kann nur noch davon laufen. Ohne auf die Umgebung zu achten renne Ich einfach weiter und bemerke nicht das der Weg endet und in ein graben falle. Im nächsten Moment sitze Ich an einem ungewöhnlich Ort, mit einer Engels gleichen wunderschönen Frau. Diese...
This story was inspired by another Lush reader who has an "interest" in her grandson.Jack's orgasm was so powerful, it wiped him out. He folded up "Nan's" cum filled panties and laid them on the other pillow in the bed. He realized that he would have to wash them everyday. In order to keep the fantasy going, they couldn't have his scent in them. Better to have no scent at all. He didn't mind. He could pretend he was actually washing her panties for her. Then when they're finished he could...
IncestThis starts as reality and then ventures into fantasy, based upon my lovemaking with Madeline. It was several weeks after our wonderful anal exploration in Wellfleet. Over that time we further explored all the combinations two people in love could concoct to have sex. I loved the manner we had developed of working and having sex four or five times a week. It was uninhibited and wild, with the introduction of multiple toys, fantasies, and sexy dress resulting in huge orgasms and lots of naked...
Quickie SexThis is a true story the places are real and no artistic license. This is how it happened Thank you to Overmykneenow who inspired me to write it It was November 7 th 1996 , Robson and Jerome were top of the charts and I was finally 18. I was the first born of 4 and the only girl. My parents were immensely strict and I had never tried alcohol let alone been out to a nightclub. Today was the day. I was going to go out, drink and finally lose my virginity. I didn’t care who, when, where, how or...
You can't think about hot girls when you priest... The sin. I was zealous catholic. Church was everything for me. I believed in God and was in church every day. I didn’t date anybody. Maybe once in a while I would go on a “blind” date. If guy was cute we had sex. If no – home and Netflix. Usually mass’ were boring. Sometimes I was asking myself why am I here? Until I saw him… I think God wanted to see my reaction because I had only one idea in my mind...
TabooMy hot wife Andrea stands five three and weighs a hundred pounds even. After lots of begging and persuading I talked into becoming a hot wife and cuckolding me. She brought chastity for me into the relationship and I love her for it. She had made all the rules and I always follow them. I figured out that if I want to watch her fuck I must first pay the price. We have experimented with cock and ball torture but even though I was OK with it Andrea just couldn't physically hurt me. So she bumped...
My wife is gorgeous and always horny. Maybe I needed help to keep her satisfied.When I married Janet, our sex life was wonderful. But after four years, one would think that it would slow down a bit…but it didn’t. Janet was always horny and needed to fuck every night and twice a day on weekends! She loves to give head; loves sixty-nine; loves doggie; and loves missionary. She’s a gorgeous brunette with brown eyes and a killer smile. Every man who sees her wants to get into her pants!The only...
Lindsey sat on the bed looking at Alexis. Here she was, sitting on a bed next to a nearly naked girl. Alexis’s robe had separated and her breasts were partially exposed. Her pussy could be seen clearly and Alexis was making no attempt to conceal her body. In fact, Lindsey was sure it was deliberate. On Lindsey’s part, she was still just in her bra and panties. Her bra was very sheer and she could feel her nipples getting hard. She was sure Alexis noticed her nipples straining against the...
First TimeThe next morning, Wednesday, we had breakfast, checked-out and got a taxi to the airport. Luckily the journey to Orlando wasn’t a long one. We picked-up our hire car and checked into our hotel by mid-afternoon. On check-in I was offered the chance to upgrade our room to a separate villa for an additional 50 dollars a night, so I jumped at it. The villa was fabulous, extremely spacious. We had good-sized lounge area, a small kitchen, a dining area, a private pool, and even a large...
Breakup Sex 1 of 2 I’ve known Tracy since I was an 8th grader and she was a 7th grader. Even in 7th grade she was smoking hot and I’d always wanted her. She lived on the same road as me a few houses down and we’d always been friends. The problem was I was shy and I had never gotten around to asking her out and god knows how much I wanted too. I decided I was going to ask her out once we were both in high school but I missed my chance when the first week of high school someone that was in my...
EroticSara didn’t really understand the feels she was going through. All she really knew was whenever Jessica came into the restaurant where Sara worked there was a certain warm feeling that would come over her. The feeling over the past week had gone from innocent friendship, to a deep attraction, at least on Sara’s part. And Sara found herself almost obsessed the thought of being with tall redhead that worked across the street at the Magic Fingers Spa. Sara never considered taking any action on...
Lesbian“So, what gives ... I know that we had a spat, Nina, one where I accused you of being unfaithful to me with your boss, Vito, and then you accused me of the same with Emily, my ex-girlfriend. Now, you show up here at the house of Vito’s nephew, with Vito’s nephew, Vito’s niece, the neighbors, and your ex-boyfriend, Steve. So, let’s have it out. Have you been unfaithful to me? It sure looks that way,” Matt confronted Nina now rather directly. “Yes, I have ... and so have you, with Emily, who...
By the time I was 14 years old I'd figured out I was gay. I wasn't a sissyor anything, I just knew that guys turned me on and girls didn't. I beatoff thinking about sucking on big fat dicks, but because of my home lifethere wasn't much I could do about it. See Dad's a big, macho kinda guy andI knew he'd never dig it. So for four years my sex life consisted of onlywhat my hand and imagination could provide.My Dad on the other hand was a big time stud. He not only got it on withMom five or six...
The following is a tg story entitled circle:family. Altough the story is in the same universe as the other circle stories, (circle:politics and others to come), it is not a continuation of another story. It simply shares some of the characters; and some of the same events are told from different characters' perspectives. I intended for each story in this series to tell an indenpendent short story, and the series together to form a circle, to tell a bigger story. All the stories...
Sharon sighed in discomfort as she made her way down the overcrowded aisle. It was the typical flight you always hear about; crying babies, a boring movie and never enough leg room. She could already tell that the next seven-and-a-half hours were going to be a nightmare.When she finally made it to the back of the plane she realized she had the worst seat in the house. On her right was what looked to be a four-hundred pound ninety-year-old man who'd probably been asleep for the last two hours....
Gia Derza is a teen pixie with wide hour glass shaped hips. The bubbly babe is in a photo session with Manuel, pointing her heavenly cheeks towards the sky. Manuel has the tart take the camera to do some directing. Gia suddenly gets speechless and chooses to playfully twerk in front of the camera. Manuel notices her shyness and takes over. He kisses her passionately while furiously strumming her clit, causing her legs to shimmy. She hops on his cock, grinding it with her booty blubber. Manuel...
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