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The shoe expedition was a great success. In addition to new walking shoes, I got some loafers and comfortable casual shoes. But most of the shoes were to go with my new clothes that Mr. Morton had said would be ready on Tuesday. They were mostly strappy flats in a variety of colors and styles. My favorites were a pair of Roman sandals with straps that wrapped around my calves all the way to my knees. I thought they would be a nice balance to my breasts in my toga outfit.
A couple of pairs had really tall narrow heels. I thought they were uncomfortable and I could hardly walk in them, but Bambi said I would get used to them and that they really showed off my legs and butt. After looking in the mirror, I could not argue with that. The shoes made all the muscles in my legs and butt tighten up. They gave my ass-cheeks a great set of dimples. Most importantly to me, they made me several inches taller.
We spent a long time trying to figure out what I could wear to show them off. We finally decided on a pair of skin-tight silver shorts and a top that was a single polychrome-spandex strap covered that looped twice around my back and over my boobs, just barely covering my wide areolas. The whole thing was designed to show the maximum amount of skin without me being actually naked. Bambi said that this would be the ultimate party outfit. I told her that I had never been to a party where this sort of thing was worn, but she assured me that I would be invited to a much better class of party than I had been used to. She said that there was a big demand for girls like me to go to parties just to stand around and look pretty. I told her I thought I could handle the work, but the hours left something to be desired.
While we were looking at lingerie, I told Bambi how good I thought Yvette looked in her horse's tail.
"Now that would be something to wear with those heels." She said. "That would really show off your rear end."
"Do you know where I can get that kind of thing?"
"Oh yes. I have a few at home. They are part of some Pony-Girl costumes that Ben bought me. The costumes have lots of accessories, like bridles and harnesses."
"Bridles and harnesses?"
"And the cart that you pull with the harness. There are competitions and races and everything. I don't have a cart. I never entered a race, but I was in a competition once. I won second place. I would have had first place, but the other girl's tack included connecting her harness to rings in her pierced nipples. The judges were quite impressed with that detail."
"Well, I don't know about the rest, but I have to see what I look like with a tail."
"I'd like to see that, too. I'll dig them out for you. "
"Pierced nipples, hunh?"
"Don't even go there, honey. For any woman larger than a D-cup, piercing her nipples is like painting a mustache on the Mona Lisa. No matter how well it's done, it can't possibly be an improvement. Besides, I should think you would have had enough of things hanging on your nipples."
"You're not going to believe this, but I sort of miss it."
"Tell me you're kidding."
"No. Seriously. I miss the stimulation. I guess that's why I am interested in lactating and breast pumps and everything. I'm looking for an excuse to fool with my new boobs."
"What about the pain? Doesn't that discourage you?"
"I guess not. At first it was hard to stand, but after awhile it... It's hard to explain. It's not that it felt 'good', but it was just such a powerful feeling that after it's gone you feel... empty."
"Endorphins."
"Gesundheit."
"Ha ha. Brain chemicals. Pain causes your body to release natural narcotics into your blood. You could be getting high on your own endorphins. Be careful you don't turn into a pain slut."
"'Pain slut'? Oh, yuck. That sounds awful."
"Some girls get hooked on the endorphins. It makes you a masochist. Some take it too far and end up mutilated, or worse."
"You're scaring me."
"I hope so. People get addicted to all sorts of things, not just street drugs."
"They give us all this anti-drug information in school. But it's all about not drinking and not doing party drugs. Why don't they say anything about endorphins?"
"Probably because they don't want you to know the synthetic narcotics they are warning you about are just weak imitations of the stuff your own body produces. You, above all people, should know that there is no drug that can match what you can do inside your own head."
"You mean like making an orgasm last all day? Or being able to trance-out whenever I like? That can be fun, but the more I think about that stuff, the weirder I feel about it. It's not normal."
"Listen, 'normal' is just a mathematical abstraction, like 'average' or 'lowest common denominator'. You've learned those in Math class, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, if you get a 100 on a test and the class average is 85, does that make you abnormal?"
"I hope not! I've been doing really good in my classes since some mean woman started making me hit the books every afternoon."
"Good! Then you're above average. That's what 'supernormal' means."
"Shoot! I was thinking of wearing a fishnet teddy with a big 'S', for Samantha, on the front."
"That sounds interesting, but you're distracting me from my point. Can everyone in your class be above average?"
"Well, if they all studied hard, they could raise their grades. I guess they could all be above average, then."
"Nope. They can't."
"Well, why not? If everyone made 100 on the tests..."
"Then the average grade would be 100. See? You are talking about measuring yourself against the average, when really, the average is a measure of you."
"So if I can do things that are supernormal..."
"Then you just raised the average for everybody."
"So I shouldn't be afraid of the things I can do anymore than I should be afraid of making a perfect grade on a Math test?"
"That's right. I was concerned that when I told you to hide your abilities that you would think I was implying that they were something to be ashamed of. Sam, if you can do something better than anyone else, or if you can do something that no one else can do, then you are just improving what's normal, not breaking some kind of rule about what you should and shouldn't be able to do. I just want you to be discreet, because there are a lot of people who don't understand this. They think that anyone different from them is automatically bad, and anyone better than them is somehow a threat."
"So I should try not to make people jealous?"
"Jealous, envious, scared, ashamed of their own inability to measure up to you, however you want to put it — yes, that's what I mean."
"But you were just telling me not to think of myself as 'super'. Now you're telling me I need a secret identity."
"I guess I am. As long as you understand that there is nothing wrong with being 'super' and why having a 'secret identity', as you put it, protects you. Actually, you have a leg-up on this 'secret-identity' business. I can tell you from experience that lots of people are going to assume that your IQ is inversely proportional to your bust size and being blonde just adds to that misconception."
"Oh, great. My secret identity is going to be a dumb blonde with big tits."
"You'd rather be an ugly, flat-chested, brunette, Nobel Prize-winning scientist?"
"I'd rather be a beautiful Amazon princess."
"Difficult. Can we compromise on beautiful, blonde, Nobel Prize-winning scientist, with big tits?"
"That works for me!"
"Good. Then I better get you home so you can finish studying before your date tonight."
"Awwwww. I've been had."
"By my count, at least four times today."
"Very funny. Want to make it five?"
"Always. But study first. Future Nobel Prize winners need to keep their grades up."
"Do you really think I could win a Nobel Prize?" I asked.
Bambi took her time answering. "Yes," she said at last.
"You thought that over."
"Yes, I did."
I was about to complain that she took long enough to decide, when I realized that a quick answer would have meant she hadn't thought it through and a slow one meant that she had considered it seriously. Suddenly, I saw schoolwork in a new light. The goal wasn't to get good marks on my report card. The goal was to be able to do something with what I was learning. That was going to be much harder. I pictured a frame on the wall in the hall with a report cards with all 'A's on it. Then I pictured that frame with a certificate from the Nobel Foundation in it. I made myself a promise that those report cards were never going to be a permanent fixture on that wall.
We left the lingerie department with several minimal thongs and a couple of really lovely nightgowns. One was green, a simple stretch satin gown that looked elegant and felt wonderful on my skin. The other was a sheer cloud of white gauze that weighed nothing and hid nothing. The first was for sleeping in. The second one I did not expect to wear for more than a few minutes at a time.
When we had put all my new things away in my closet, there was still a lot of room left. Bambi assured me that we would eventually fill it up. I thought it would take a lot of shopping trips to fill that big closet, especially since most of my new clothes took up hardly any space at all. After all those trips, I would be very well-dressed and probably very spoiled. Bambi had obviously spoiled her sons. I could tell by the way she looked at me that she intended to spoil me rotten as well. I told myself that I would just have to bear up under that burden as best I could.
"OK, now go study." She instructed. "Use anyplace you like but the family room. I will be cleaning in there."
"I thought you had maid service," I said, surprised that she would stoop to her own housecleaning.
"I do, but they only come on Monday and Thursday," she said. "I know you and the boys will probably want to have your party down there and I want it to be as nice as possible for you."
"Thank you! But you don't have to do that. I'll clean it. I want to pull my weight around here."
"No, honey. Your job right now is to study. Let me do this. If you are looking for chores to do, you can take on feeding and watering the dog. The boys tend to forget, so you can take over that job. Besides, Brute seems to have become attached to you. I'm sure he would like to have you be the one to feed him. He gets one bowl of the dry food in the morning and another in the evening. Change his water at the same time and keep his bowls clean. OK?"
"Oh, yes! Thank you! I promise I'll take good care of him." If Bud and Jim had failed to take proper care of him and I took on the job, then that made him my dog. I had never had a pet before. Brute would be my first.
It was after four when I finished my schoolwork. I went over all my assignments carefully to be sure I had everything correct and I even read a chapter ahead in my textbooks so I would be able to better understand the new material we would cover in the following week. I also made notes of things that were unclear to me so I could ask questions about them in class. The Nobel Prize might never actually hang on the wall, but it wouldn't be because I had slacked on my schoolwork. I actually regretted that I hadn't had this kind of motivation a lot earlier. Who knows what I might have been able to do?
After packing up my bookbag, I went down to the kitchen and out the side door. There was a tall wooden gate in front of a wooden staircase that led down to the back yard of the house. At the foot of the steps and next to the house was a small garden shed with a sink. Under the sink was a 50-pound bag of dog food that was about half full. I wondered how long a bag like that lasted a dog as big as Brute. Next to the sink was a workbench that was obviously used to pot plants. I had seen some strong-looking hooks for hanging planted baskets in the ceiling just inside the French doors of the family room, but they were not being used. Since it was early spring, I thought I might volunteer to manage the houseplants. The idea of finding ways to make myself useful around the house gave me a warm feeling. Doing some chores made me feel like I was a part of the family and not just a guest living in one of the rooms.
Brute's food and water bowls were on the ground just around the corner of the shed. The food bowl was empty and the water was half gone. As I emptied the old water out onto the foundation plants, I marveled at how big the bowls were. Each was the size of a large mixing bowl and would hold over a half-gallon. Everything about Brute was big.
I washed out the bowls thoroughly and refilled them. I had no trouble with filling the food bowl from the big bag, as there was a scoop in it for that purpose. I tried to carry the water carefully to keep from sloshing it, but I stumbled over the garden hose and got it all over me anyway. I realized then that I should have used the hose to fill the water bowl rather than carrying it from the sink.
I was standing there with water dripping off me when I heard something crash through the woods that bordered the yard. It startled me. It sounded like a herd of buffalo charging through the underbrush and I froze as I listened to the sound of branches snapping.
I laughed when the bushes parted and Brute bounded out of the woods. I shook my head as my concern evaporated and I watched the dog approach. Even at a distance, he looked huge. He crossed the yard so quickly that I hardly had time to blink, even though I knew it was at least 200 feet from the house to the trees. Brute was on me in a flash, jumping and sniffing and licking me like I was his favorite person on Earth. I tried to give as good as I got, petting and rubbing and scratching him as vigorously as I could. I was greatly overmatched, though. He had almost a hundred pound advantage and he was incredibly strong. I was in awe of the sheer power of such a magnificent animal. The dog was so happy to have me play with him that I could not help but feel happy too. His energy seemed limitless. Several times he knocked me to the ground as we played. The next time this happened, I grabbed his neck and swung onto his back, locking my legs around his body. Even though I was half his weight, he moved easily, as though I was no more than a fly. Having me clinging to his back while he ran around the yard did not bother him a bit. He seemed to like the new game and he ran and jumped while I held on tight and pressed my face into the fur of his neck. The sensation of having my whole body against all that solid muscle as he moved was intoxicating. The heat he gave off when he ran soaked into me like it had before in the house when he had tried to lie in my lap.
We went around and around the yard, going faster with each lap until my hands slipped and I fell off into the grass. I rolled to my feet and jumped at the dog, but he shied away. It turned into a game of tag, where I would chase him and try to jump on his back and he would dodge; and then he would chase me and I would try to escape.
We spent a lot of time at this until I was too exhausted to keep it up and collapsed onto the ground, trying to catch my breath. Brute stopped playing immediately and came over to see if I was OK. He bent down his huge head and licked my face and neck with his big tongue until I was forced to get up or drown in doggie-drool.
I looked down at my clothes and saw that they were filthy from the dirt and grass.
"Oh, no! At least these weren't my new clothes," I said, half to myself and half to the dog. This top and shorts would never be the same again.
"I guess these will have to be my grubbies from now on."
Brute looked at me guiltily. He tried to clean the green smudge off my knee by licking it. It was strange, the way he seemed to know what I was saying.
"Thanks," I said. "But I think I'll need soap for that."
I patted Brute goodbye and went back up the stairs as he trotted off into the woods to terrorize the local squirrel population some more. As I reached the kitchen door, Bambi called out to me.
"Sam! There you are. I wanted to know what kind of pizza you wanted for tonight before I called in the order. We have all the... what the hell happened to you?"
I tried to stand up straight and look natural, but I knew it was hopeless. I just stood there with my clothes twisted and dirty, looking like a poor waif.
"Good grief, child." She scolded. "Have you been playing with the dog or has he been playing with you? You look like he buried you and then dug you up. Well, if you want to trash those clothes, I wouldn't blame you."
"I think I'll keep them to wear outside. I had fun playing with Brute. He's a sweetie."
"Go get cleaned up." She said. "What would you like to wear tonight? I'll lay it out for you."
"The blue dress with the halter-top. It will go nicely with her green sun-dress."
"Good choice. That one will really show off your 'tattoo'. I'll just run the iron over it for you."
As I got out my towels and washcloth, I wondered if all this domesticity was because of me. Mrs. Reynolds had never struck me as someone you would catch holding a hot clothes-iron. Yet, she certainly seemed to be enjoying it. I thought she might have been a closet homemaker all along, but never had a chance to show off that side of her. 'Mrs. Reynolds' would have been a house-manager, not a housekeeper.
In addition to the shower, big bathtub, double sinks and long countertop, my bathroom had a bidet, which was a brand new experience for me. I knew enough to get on before I turned the water on, but I had never actually used one before. After I tried it, I didn't see how I was ever going to do without one again. Bambi might be a novice as a domestic goddess, but she sure knew how to design a bathroom.
After I soaked off all the dirt and grass-stains, I started on my hair. I wear a short style that's easy to live with. It doesn't need curlers or hot-irons or mousse, which cuts down the hassle a whole lot, but I am fussy about getting my bangs to hang just right. I had just reached for my makeup kit when I laughed to myself and pushed it away again. "Old habits die hard," I said to myself. I leaned forward to get a closer look at my face in the mirror and after a couple of minutes of trance-concentration, I had a light blush on my cheeks, pale pink glossy lips, highlights under my eyes and a credible outliner. I found the only thing I could not simulate was mascara. Apparently hair, being just so much dead tissue, was beyond my mental control. It was a good lesson for me, showing me that there were, after all, limits to my abilities. Still, it was good to know that my makeup would stay exactly as it was until I decided to change it. I could live without extra-long lashes. The stuff was always getting in my eyes anyway.
I was dressed and downstairs just a couple of minutes before six. It was a good thing, too. When I looked out the front window, I saw Neeka walking up the sidewalk. She seemed to be having trouble. She was walking stiff-legged and she stopped a couple of times and held on to a pole or a sign. I was concerned, until I realized what her problem was. She had followed my instructions to the letter and not touched herself for the last 24 hours. The poor dear must have been about ready to pop from the frustration. Walking up the hill was probably so much stimulation between her legs that she was on the verge of orgasm with every step. Just watching her was making me wet.
As I stood there, Bambi came up beside me. One look told her the same thing it told me.
"What on Earth did you do to that poor girl?" she asked with a smile.
"I told her she couldn't cum until I told her to." I grinned. "I'm a stinker. But it was your idea to give her something to think about."
"Oh, my! You're not going to leave her like that, are you?"
"No, I just need to get her in front of Jim and Bud and I will let her go."
"They are already downstairs. But, why?"
"Jim and I have a bet."
"Do I want to know?"
"I bet Jim that I could get my date naked quicker that he could get his."
"Oh, you devil. He'll lose. He has to know you could probably get a total stranger naked in under five minutes. I'm not sure he could find the hooks on a bra in that time."
"Yes, but boys have this ego problem with being beaten by girls. It was a proposition he could not refuse."
"Too true. Would you like me to leave? The pizzas came. I put them in the oven to keep warm. I can go upstairs if you want privacy."
"Oh, Mom, you're the best. But Bambi needs to be here. I think Neeka has a message for you."
"You think?"
"I think a conversation took place when Fiona found out where her daughter was going tonight. I think the Morgan women have a lot in common and may communicate better than many mothers and daughters. We are about to find out how deep that goes. She's here."
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In the second month an email reached his box announcing a safety week that included luncheons every day for the staff, a chili cook-off and a big cook-out to end the week. He was personally invited to participate by the plant manager and his direct report, Brenda Collins, the value stream manager he worked for. The first couple of days of the week, Chuck was actually too busy to participate so he sent an email each day asking forgiveness for not attending. The second day, Brenda came to the...
February 2004 - May 2004 The good feeling from Operation Sucker Punch, which was what this had all been called, only lasted about another day. The day after that it was back to the normal grind at Camp Custer, which was none too enjoyable at the best of times. The assholes outside were still taking the occasional potshot at us, and we would return the favor if we could. Where we were taking it on the chin, though, was out on the road. For me, and for most of the guys, convoy and escort duty...
She's five foot six, one hundred twenty-one beautiful pounds and at age thirty-two, she is still regularly carded for alcohol purchases. We met in college where she worked on her undergraduate degree in elementary education and I, on my Master's in chemistry. She was the proverbial girl-next-door. Short brown hair, large, brown eyes, perfect smile and a one hundred percent, head-turner. Often, I felt jealousy twinges because I knew men ogled her constantly, but over time, I got over it. Our...
I ran out into the barn and climbed up the ladder and sat with my head spinning. I used to go there to think or clear my head or more often these days to relieve myself of a throbbing hard on. How on earth could Ingrid be my mother? She went missing and was never found! I tried to convince myself. She couldn’t possibly be anyway because the precious lady I had made love to was a virgin. I mean, I was not the most educated in the area of sex but I knew that Mother Ingrid had never been with a...
We had been building the Fort for over 2 weeks gathering scrap wood from every where and piecing it together back behind Lynn’s house. Tonight we are going to camp out, I was so excited because I snuck a couple of Dads beers, Steven said he had some dirty magazines, Ricky had the Indian cigars and we was ready to have fun. Inside the fort we all had our sleeping bags spread out, Lynn Ricky Me then Steven. It was dimly light with an old kerosene lamp. Steven handed out the dirty magazines, a...
Wife loves this story, after reading it the 1st time, she got herself a bull old enough to be my dad. Here is her older bull who she likes to treat as her father in law.https://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/11992047/283469528I walked into the living room and sat down on the couch and replayed the last few days that I spent with Ron. As I sat there I couldn't help but wonder that with all the sperm my father in law dumped in my fertile pussy the last few days, if I would soon be carrying his...
Hi friends, Dr nikhil sharma here for the first time.. Me 24 yrs old,6ft tall,fair,n 70 kg in weight,n from pink city,i am going to write my story for the first time, hope u will enjoy it, mail ur comments at oo.com so without making u much wait,let me start my real story, which happend with me on my 24th birthday. Her name is deepika,28, with 6 yr old child, lives in shillong,her husband is a businessman n most of the time he goes for the tour. We met on internet n started chatting, after...
Brad is sitting in his room on his phone when his new girlfriend Aria has to remind him that its their one month anniversary. Aria gets upset because brad forgot and didn’t think a one month anniversary was a thing. Seeing that his new girlfriend was upset about him forgetting their one month anniversary, Brad tries to make it right with her asking what does she want for their anniversary? Aria says that she wants to fucks his roommate Jax! Brad being afraid of upsetting Aria because the sex is...
xmoviesforyouOne day a man in a nice suit came in and asked if I had a few minutes to spare. I thought he might be a salesman, but I had time, so we went into my office. He surprised me by pulling out a portfolio of my holdings, my stores, the bakeries, the pastry shop, showing how much they were worth. “You have a lot of money tied up in this section of the city, Mr. Moore. It would be a shame if something were to happen, say fires, vandalism, that sort of thing. I’m offering you an insurance policy...
“Right let’s see what we’ve got,” Christina was heading for the computer. We transferred the files and played them, by which time Angie and Natalie had joined us. Natalie squeezed in between me and Christina, bringing my cock back to attention. The footage was incredibly sexy and the situation made me desperate to grab Christina or Angie and fuck them. “That’s great,” Christina was pleased with the film too. “We ought to have a plot,” suggested Angie, “roughly anyway.” “Oooh yes,” her...
This story takes place in the winter of 2012. I was 21 at the time. I decided when I was on Facebook one day as kind of a spur of a moment thing to go to my friend Trina’s 21st birthday party. I met Trina in high school, senior year. We didn’t know each other well, but I noticed her. She, of course, noticed me. Trina was a pretty girl originally from Florida. She was short with not that many eye popping curves, and with a very ladylike personality. I learned a lot of things when I went to her...
Quickie SexMera naam ramu hai. Meri umar 19 saal hai aur lambai 5 ft 4 inch hai. Mera lund kareeb 6 inch ka hai. Mein dekhna mein koi bahut handsome nahi hoon, lekin kisi ladki ko gf banane layak hoon. Mere frnd ka naam varun hai. Woh bahut smart aur handsome hai. Woh kareeb 5 ft 9 inch lamba hai. Uski umar 24 saal ki hai. Uski ek bahut khoobsurat patni hai. Sale ki ek girlfriend bhi hai. Gf dekhne main bahut mast maal lagti hai. Lekin patni jyada achi hai dekhne main. Sala woh bahut ladkiyon ko dhok...
Part V Oh I do like to be beside the seaside... It was about three in the afternoon by the time the two girls got off the number forty-nine bus at Churchill Square. It was packed with shoppers, all of whom had little or no interest in either of them. They headed for the phone boxes on the opposite side of the road and leafed through the directory to find somewhere for the night. They chose one, just off St. James' Street. The phone had been answered by someone who sounded...
He found himself breathing easily. There was no sensation of breathing water - somehow the skin he'd borrowed let him breathe normally. It had been an odd sensation, feeling the skin roll over himself, and shaping to his form. He had no complaints on how it felt to be swimming - the feeling was incredibly stimulating, the sensation of water sliding on his borrowed skin was amazingly sensual. He spared Debra a moment's thought, wondering if he could craft a similar skin for her to...
Hi all, this is Rakesh from Bangalore writing my first real life incident. No illusions or imaginations. Sharing my own experience from my life. Any ladies or girls want to enjoy their life, please contact me, I will satisfy you in all aspects, and I am giving guarantee of their secrecy and dignity. If anyone want to give me any suggestion or want to contact they can ping me on I am Rakesh working in a big mnc in bangalore, this story is about my struggling life while I was searching for job...
Introduction: No warnings other than Im new to posting online. Be honest! I hear a female moaning in exctasy and she says, I love the way you do that, can you teach my husband. If only he knew how to use his tongue like that! I look up and seeing my wife naked on our bed making love with another man. I was furious, but I couldnt do anything about it. Apparently I was tied butt naked to a chair in the corner of our bedroom. The basterd that was enjoying my wife succelent desires stopped what he...
It’s been a while but the true saga continues!!First timeMy true adventure continues!!Craigslist is is still in play and I meet a great guy “Brian” and we chat on and off for a bit and set up a first meeting. We are both excited to meet so I head to his house one Saturday, sending him a face pic on the way. I arrive and park in the driveway, take a deep breath and walk to the front door, my heart and cock beating overtime!! He opens the door, he’s a good looking bald guy my height with a great...
The First Time When my mother was thirteen she was raped. Her father had seen her coming from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her body. Even at that young age I learned she had matured physically and looked more like a women of twenty. She had gone to her room and before she could close the door her father pushed his way inside. He had been drinking and had been since his wife had died. I was told he stood there looking at her for several minutes before quickly reaching out and...
You enter to find me sprawled on the couch, right hand massaging my left nipple, left hand buried as deep as possible into my pussy. I watch you as you enter and begin to unburden yourself. And as you watch me, I start to get more excited. Eyes filled with desire, you come towards me. You stand over me for a second, letting your gaze trail from my heavy eyelids and longing expression, to my hand playing with my breast, down to my shaved pussy full of fingers, and lastly to my spread legs, clad...
It’s time for Thanksgiving, and we have a mini party at Julie’s the Monday night before we leave. The vodka and tequila flow freely, and Kamiko and I do a fair amount of public making out. Julie’s found a decent guy named Chad and he’s totally cool with us practically getting it on in front of them, but Julie decides to give us some competition in the public affection and practically attacks him on the floor while we occupy the couch. The other party goers bail and we all come up for air. ‘So...
"Only two more weeks before graduation. Then, I won't have to put up with this high school shit anymore," Mike said to himself as he slammed his locker door closed, and walked down the halls of his high school. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of that yellow and red sweater he loved so much. He hated everything about this school except her: Lauren Forbes, captain of the cheerleading squad. They had lived next door to each other since she moved here from Chicago in the 2nd...
Romance“December 11, 2004,” he said. “Okay?” said Glory. “Next week is our sixth anniversary,” said Ian. “Funny, not,” said a naked Glory Wyatt. “Well, I think it’s something worth celebrating. I mean our monthly get together is not a bad thing, but it is majorly inconvenient, and way not enough,” he said. “You should be mine.” “Ian, we’ve talked about this. One: you can’t be trusted. Two: I love my husband, and he loves me and our daughter. Talk about divorce is out of the question. Get that...
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Since she was bored, she figured she might as well go down and spy on them to see what they were up too, so she headed downstairs. Once she got downstairs she quietly poked the door open to see what they were up too. Spin the bottle, of course if there was any game dumb enough for them to be playing that was it. It was Jesse’s turn to spin the old glass bottle. It spun round and round and the top pointed at James or Jimmy as they called him. He was the pitcher for the baseball team and had...
"Uncle Ike... let me in!" Nancy knocked on the door of Cabin Number One. She knew that her Uncle Ike was alone inside because she had been watching the cabin for some time and had seen her Aunt Tricia drive off to town. The two of them had spent the morning down by the swimming pool, and Nancy had seen her Uncle making another video tape of himself diving into the pool. Thinking there was no one around he had also made Aunt Tricia do some dives and some thing that looked like weird...
Ever since I first noticed him during lunch I couldn't stop staring. He was so cute. He was emo, poofy black hair straightened with a bit in the front bleached blonde. I had him in both my Lunches at school, and one day he and his "crew" sat at our table talking to my friend Jordan (Names are changed in this story too). Everyone calls Jordan Jesus because...well I never quite found out why, haha. His name is Nate and he's so fucking cute. He sat next to me and I slowly became part of...
One day God called Adam to him and said: "Adam, I have some good news and some bad news. Which would you like to hear first?""The good news," replied Adam."Well, the good news is I gave you a penis and a brain.""OK.." said Adam warily. "And what's the bad news?""I only gave you enough blood to operate one at time."Why are men so bad at sex and driving?Because the bastards always pull out with no thought of who else might be coming.What does it mean when a man is in your bed gasping for breath...
Hello all, first of all huge apologies for so much delay in posting the new series. Thanks all for waiting so patiently for the next part of the series, hope the wait was worth it. So till now it was just glimpse of next to come after the bad adventure of Rahul’s and now Kanan Bhabhi has to pay for it. As you all know Amit Sir is all over kanan Bhabhi last time and now go through what all happened because of my stupid friend to Kanan Bhabhi. So after that day when Amit sir touched kanan Bhabhi...
Incest"…a new Art, one must ask themselves the following questions. First, ‘Is this Weaving truly necessary?’ Second, ‘Is it safe for me—physically, mentally, and emotionally—to Weave at this moment?’ And finally, ‘Will this Weaving put any persons, animals, or property at risk of possible harm or other adverse effects?’ Of course, these questions are but guidelines, as other dynamics may also be important factors to consider, such as…" “Aaaugh!” you groan, leaning back in your chair and rubbing your...
FantasyMy wife Laura had been at her sister's in Cornwall for three days. She'd gone to visit her after the Bank Holiday and but for a late call into work to deal with a serious computer glitch I'd have been there too. I was half glad because although I loved visiting her sister, the trip to Cornwall was tedious five hours to say the least and to be honest, I just couldn’t be arsed. Maybe it was that, maybe it was that we weren't getting on at the moment and five hours in a car with her picking...
Wife LoversFor Kathy, the next morning came too soon. With all that had happened during the previous day, her evening had not been a good one, and as a result, she was unable to get a good night's rest. Remembering Vicki's final words after the lunchtime training session, Kathy ensured her pussy was shaved completely bare before her evening bath. For the rest of the evening, Kathy found her hands continually strayed down to touch her newly shaven pussy. Whether it was out of fear that she had missed a...
Hmm, maybe the blue, no, it has a hole in the leg. Cassandra Lynx looked over the contents of her suit case, strewn all over the bed and floor of her hotel room. With a job interview in less than an hour’s time everything was prepared, everything that was apart from what she was going to wear. The black skirt is too short and the pink one couldn’t look less professional if it had hippy flowers scattered all over it. She had had it all figured out, a dark grey suit...