ReginaldChapter 19
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“In that case, my darling, I’ll be happy to make start on our baby as soon as possible. Even when we take our contraceptive implants out, it takes some time for the body to become fertile again.”
“Ah, yes. I read something about that in a book about fertility; or was it an online article on the subject?”
“The source doesn’t matter, Reg. All that matters is the reliability of the facts stated.”
“Too true, my love. It is like those histories that claim Christopher Columbus brought Syphilis to Europe: a load of rubbish. Tests on human bones from well before Columbus’ time show Syphilis was already in Europe centuries before his time. His men may have brought back a more virulent strain, or people here may have had no immunity to that new strain; but the disease was here all the time.”
Prudence looked at Reg’s face.”Why were you reading up on syphilis, darling? A bit odd, don’t you think?”
“Yes, but I WAS a bid odd at that time. ANY facts were of interest to my mind, no matter how unusual or obscure.”
“Well, I am glad of it, as that brought me to you, my dear husband.”
“Since you put it that way, Prudence, I shall be happy that my interests were so far-reaching and comprehensive. It got me you, and the other girls.”
“One way or another, darling, it got us each other, and I am happy.”
“Have I massaged your forehead enough, Prudence? Need other massages, such as I mentioned?”
She giggled, “Nice as it would be, Reg, I would probably be accused of pre-empting my turn with you. Fiona got told off already, so I don’t want to compound the problem. I’ll look forward to you making love to me properly, later.”
“You are a dear, Prudence my love. You are a great asset to our marriage. I hope Fiona turns out as well as you.”
“We’ll see, Reg. I think she wants to do well for us, but so far doesn’t have the same level of commitment that we have for each other. Give her some time; she may get there eventually.”
“Thanks, Prudence. She may be the first one to have a baby, given that she has no contraceptive in place.”
“So I heard. We will deal with the situation if it arises. Any child of yours we will take into the family; we have already decided on that policy, love.”
“Now why am I not surprised, Prudence?
The phone rang. It was the house phone, not a personal phone. Prudence waited to see who would answer. It was one of the twins, starting their new work.
“Hello, this is the Robertson residence. How may I help you?”
“I see. And which Mrs Robertson did you wish to speak to, sir?”
“Thank you. I shall see if Mrs Frances is available. Please hold the line.”
She went off to find Frances, bringing her to the phone in the hall.
“Hello? Oh, it is you, Sergeant. What news do you have?”
“Really? How unfortunate. What do you want us to do?”
“Very well. What? Oh, that was my cousin, Holly. She is going to work for us at the house.”
“Certainly, if you think that would be helpful. Goodbye.”
“Curious,” Francis said aloud to herself.
Prudence, having found Reg, told him, “Wait here, love, till I get Frances.”
She shouted, “Frances! Can you come in here a moment?”
Frances followed the sound and stopped in front of Prudence and Reg.
Prudence enquired, “Who was that, Frances? Anyone interesting?”
Frances had a slightly puzzled look on her face.
“Police. It was our local Sergeant. It seems that our local crime family have vanished. Officially, they have ‘gone on holiday’, but no-one seems to know where.”
“Odd,” remarked Prudence. “And what else did the sergeant want? It sounded like he surprised you.”
“He did. When I told him about Holly answering the phone, he asked if he could visit and speak with her. It seems he wants to have personal knowledge of all the inhabitants of this building, but he added, ‘just in case’. I was puzzled by his ‘just in case’.”
Reg interjected, “I would be worried, too. That sounds as if he is concerned for us, as a family, or us as residents of this building. To me, it implies he thinks we might be targeted for another attack of some kind. I believe he is trying to become knowledgeable about any new person in our household, as there may be an external connection that could be used against them for entry to the building.”
“Isn’t that a bit strong, Reg? A vendetta against us? You surely don’t seriously imagine that might happen?”
“No idea, love. I am just speculating from the known facts. That family has a record of taking advantage of other people, at any opportunity. Their top priority is themselves, and to hang with morals and laws. I don’t see that as a trait to be ignored, Prudence. It is an abomination in our society, and I will gladly do what I can to counteract it.”
Later in the afternoon, Reg got a call from the Finds Liaison Officer for treasure finds. He had news.
“Mr Robertson?”
“Yes?”
“Your Finds Officer here. I have spoken with the Coroner for this area, and described what you have found. You recall it was a concretion?”
“Yes, with a coin edge sticking out. Silver, you thought. You were carefully breaking it up, you said”
“Indeed. We have chemically induced the concretion to separate, and the contents appear to be all silver coins; of what date, we are uncertain, but certainly Roman; the differences in condition may be minimal. For archaeological dating, we must keep the group together for the present. The earliest coin, and the latest coin, will give us a spread of dates, so that the deposit is dated after the earliest coin, and before the most recent one.”
“That makes perfect sense”, said Reg. “What else, sir? You can’t be ringing just to say that.”
“Indeed. The number of coins and their relationship together classifies the find as Treasure, so the Coroner has to have the British Museum make a determination as to disposal, and will have to have a valuation made prior to that. It all means it may be several weeks before the matter comes to a conclusion.”
“Oh.” Reg was a little disappointed. “I see.”
“However, Mr Robertson, my own estimation is that the coins are quite valuable individually, and when the number is totalled up, the value will be in the thousands of pounds; how many thousand will depend on the valuer’s estimate.”
“Gosh!” Reg was flabbergasted. “Thousands?”
“Indeed, Mr Robertson.”
“That’s a lot of money!”
“It is. That is why I questioned your suggestion of donating most of your coins to the university. You were underestimating your find, through inexperience. Besides, you and the farmer are sharing the proceeds, aren’t you?”
“We are, sir. Thank you for reminding me. I shall consult my family before I do anything.”
“Good idea. Your parents merit some consideration in this situation.”
“My parents? Oh, I was not thinking about parents. My father is long dead, and my mother ... well, we were not on good terms for many years.”
“Even so, you should consider your other close relatives – brothers and sisters.”
“Only child, sir, but I have my wives ... wife to consider.”
“Wife, wives? Mr Robertson, is your first name Reginald? You aren’t the university student that has several wives, are you? I remember you said you were married, but I was assuming a normal marriage.”
Reg paused and took a deep breath before replying.
“Why should that matter, sir?”
“It doesn’t, young man. I just find it interesting that a client of mine may be a famous student at our local university.”
“Famous? I am a nobody, sir. My girls are far more important than me.”
“That reaction fits what I heard; so you are the guy! Tremendous. What brought you to do what you did, you and these girls?”
“Sir! Please believe me when I say that it was all rather unexpected, and certainly not what I had in mind when I started my course here.”
“Well, Mr Robertson, you must admit that what you did was quite surprising, perhaps unique. That by itself has given you a reputation. My nephew is a student there. He was the one who told me about it; he was quite astonished by you. He claimed you were a loner, hardly speaking to anyone, and that the girls were unusual as well; something to do with their looks. But, a loner? That is not how I perceive you. You seem perfectly normal, if a little subdued at times.”
“Your nephew was quite correct, sir. That is exactly what I was like. The transformation is all down to Frances and her friends. They inveigled me into a sharing scheme whereby I tutored them and they in turn taught me how to speak with people, and other social abilities that had passed me by in my childhood.”
“Weird! Oh, sorry, Mr Robertson; I didn’t mean to disparage you in any way. It was just so unusual to hear your tale. I am still unclear as to how and why you married them.”
Reg was reticent again, ruminating before replying.
“Sir, I have to confess that Frances is not a pretty girl, and neither were her two friends. They hung together because of that very trait, and that is part of the reason for our success, academically and socially. I had never had a girlfriend, so getting to know them had a considerable impact on me; to my surprise, I found myself falling in love with them. It turned out that they were in a similar situation; their lack of good looks had deterred boys from asking them out, so when I treated them as wonderful women – which they are – they reacted to me much as I reacted to them. Instead of it being me and Frances, it was me and Frances and Erika and Freda. A short while later a very tall girl, Prudence, joined us for much the same reason, though in this case it was her height that was the main difficulty. She was as tall as me. Most boys and men prefer a girl shorter than themselves, and act accordingly, which left Prudence without any suitor. Meeting me and the girls, she sussed out what was happening, and added herself to the mix when she saw how I treated her, even in private; she was so pleased by how she was respected. It worked, and she fitted in; the other girls welcomed her into their select group.
That is how we all came together as a family. Our resulting marriage is not a legal marriage; it is a permanent commitment to each other, which we regard as equivalent to a marriage.
Does that answer all your questions? I get tired of having to explain us to other people, over and over, so I hope you are satisfied.”
Recognising that the young man was becoming peeved, the Finds Liaison Officer put on his most reassuring manner to reply.
“Perfectly satisfied, Mr Robertson. Your unique life is your own; and I hope you enjoy it for many years to come.”
“That is our intention, sir. Can I thank you for your advice regarding the finds?”
“No trouble, Mr Robertson. It is my job; glad to be of help.”
Reg said his goodbyes and concluded the call.
Next morning, there was a follow-up call by the police sergeant to Frances.
“Can I visit you this morning? I shouldn’t need too long, if your new member of staff is available?”
Frances informed him, “If you want to speak to a new resident, there are three: two resident staff and one other student addition to our household. Do you want to speak with all three?”
A startled policeman stammered, “uh, if I may, Mrs Robertson. This is unexpected; I shall have to inform the station that I shall be longer than planned with my visit.”
“Whenever it suits you, Sergeant. We all expect to be at home, as it is still a few days before the semester begins.”
“Thank you, Mrs Robertson. Expect me in about half an hour.”
Frances told all three that they were to be interviewed by the local police. This puzzled them, but no more than Frances, as she still was unclear about his reason for calling.
More or less up to time, the policeman arrived and was admitted. He was quite deferential to Frances, who escorted him to the sitting room, where the twins and Fiona were sitting, chatting. Frances introduced them by name, ending, “Do you want to speak to them together, or individually, Sergeant?”
He announced, “Individually, in private, if I may, Mrs Robertson. Tell me, how do I tell the twins apart?”
“They will let you know who you are speaking to, Sergeant; otherwise, you need to know them to tell them apart. Do you wish them to wear a different set of earrings, for example, to allow you to tell which is which?”
“I don’t think we need to go that far, Mrs Robertson. As long as the second one comes in as the first goes out, I will know it is a different person.”
“Suit yourself, but as twins, you are not likely to get different results.”
“I understand that, but please allow me to try.”
“What sort of questions do you hope to have them answer, Sergeant?”
“The actual questions do not matter as much as the responses. These will tell me how the person thinks; how they perceive people, things, and events.”
“How do you mean?”
“Let me tell you an old story, about a newly settled American community. It was a ‘dry’ town, to suit the God-fearing residents: no alcohol. This was fine until an entrepreneur arrived and proceeded to build his own saloon, despite the protestations of the local church.
The church folk prayed mightily to God to prevent this abomination afflicting their community, but to no avail. Then one night there was a thunderstorm, and a bolt of lightning struck the wooden saloon and set fire to it. The building burned to the ground, and the local folk cheered.
However, the building owner started a law suit, claiming damages from the local church folk for directly or indirectly causing the fire.
The protested mightily, until a judge came to examine the case. He looked over all the evidence, then called the lawyers for both sides to his chambers.
‘Look, gentlemen, I am puzzled. We have here a case where a heathen owner is claiming for damages caused by the power of prayer, and a Christian congregation that in its defence claims their prayers were not responsible!’ He dismissed the case as frivolous on both sides.
The moral is that you can look at the facts in several ways to interpret what is said and done. I have the same judgement to make in my interviews.”
Frances laughed at the story. “I take your point, Sergeant. May I suggest you start with the simpler task? This is Fiona, who just a few days ago joined our community.”
The twins got up and left with Frances, leaving the Sergeant facing Fiona across the table.
He examined the girl in front of him with a professional eye. She appeared slightly older than the Robertson girls, he estimated. What was she doing here, he wondered, and voiced his thought aloud.
“What brings you into this household, Fiona? Pardon me, but what is your full name? Mrs Robertson only said Fiona.”
“Sergeant, in answer to both questions, I am Fiona Prentiss or Robertson.”
The Sergeant raised his eyebrows. “Robertson? So you are a relation of Mr Robertson? A cousin of some kind?”
“No, Sergeant. The Robertson name will become my surname once I officially join this family.”
His brows clamped together as he absorbed this peculiar reasoning, then the penny dropped, as did his jaw.
“What? You intend to be another wife of Reginald?”
“Yes, Sergeant. By my own choice. I have been interrogated by the other Mrs Robertsons, and they have concluded that I can be an acceptable extra wife.”
“The women decided? What about Mr Robertson - Reginald?”
“He is a married man, Sergeant. Surely you understand that means his wives make the decisions?”
The Sergeant looked as if he had been hit with an uppercut. He sat there, unsteady and off his stride. He recognised the truth of what she had said, and marvelled at it.
“So Reginald simply goes along with what his wives say? No input from him at all?”
“Not quite so simple, but getting that way. I had discussed my intentions with him, and he had no objections, provided his ‘girls’ approved me first. When they were heading towards approval, they allowed me to spend a night with Reg, so that we could establish compatibility after he had taken my virginity.”
The Sergeant blinked. “Virginity? What? A university student who was still a virgin?”
“Sergeant, us virgins are not all that rare! All of Reg’s wives were virgins before they met him.”
“Yes, but ... you are better-looking, if I may say so.”
“Why, thank you, Sergeant, but conserving my virginity was my own choice, albeit drummed into me by my father. I gather that the twins are also virgins.”
“Perhaps, but they are much younger and attractive, by the looks of them. What are they, seventeen?”
“Eighteen, actually. They told me they protected each other from predatory males.”
“Anyway, we are not here to talk about them, but about you. Why should you want to participate in what is, to all intents and purposes, Reg’s harem?”
“As the girls explained to me, Sergeant, it is not a harem; it is a group marriage. There is a big difference, and that is why I find that interesting, as a qualified sociologist. No woman is less than any other. They all collaborate on decision-making, and often present Reg with a decision before he even needs it. He values his wives immensely, to the extent that he would risk his own life to save any one of them from harm. What more could a girl want than that?”
“I get that, but it still doesn’t explain why you approached them in the first place. I gather the first contact came from you?”
“This is where it gets complicated, Sergeant. My own mother died while I was young, and years later, my father remarried. My stepmother resented my presence, so pushed for me to go university and live away from home. That way, she got rid of me, most of the time, for several years. I graduated with a Sociology degree, and then was persuaded to then do a PhD in sociology. My stepmother again was the prime mover, and my father doesn’t see her interference for what it is. He imagines she is doing her best for me; but she hasn’t a degree herself, so has no past experience to work from.
“Thanks for the invite, but your mother expects me home tonight, so I must refuse. In fact, I’d better be off, so that I am not too late in getting home. My best wishes to all of you. Let me know if you need anything, Frances.” “I will, Dad. Give my love to Mum.” A few minutes later, Mr LeBrun was back in his car and driving away. They all returned to the living room, where they reviewed the visit. Prudence was delighted with Mr LeBrun. “Your Dad is a really likeable guy, Frances.” “I...
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She gaped at him, suddenly aware that he spoke the truth. Her devious plan for him had unravelled, but she rose to the occasion. “Oh. Oh, well, I suppose...” and she grasped her nightie hem and lifted it up and off her body. She was wearing only panties underneath, but quickly dropped these and stepped out of them. She faced Reg and said, “Right. There you are: just as you demanded, Reg, you forceful boy. Happy now?” He was indeed happy, getting a full-frontal view of Frances in all her...
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Frances concluded, “Right. Do what you want with him tonight, but I get him to myself tomorrow night. Goodnight to the three of you.” She slammed the door shut behind her as she left. Erika murmured, “Wow. She sounds peeved. Reg, was that a promise to fuck you tomorrow?” “I am not certain, darling. It may be, but I am not going to count on it. It might just be a cuddle like we are having now.” Erika disabused him of that notion. “No, Reg, not just a cuddle. Prepare for a lot more. I can...
“Well now, there are several things to decide on. One, can Reg help you with tutoring, and if so, can you assist him in picking up social skills? Second, if you get accepted as part of the study group, Beth gets rejected and we help you shaking loose from her. Is that it?” “More or less, Frances. I am not sure what you meant – IF Reg can help me with tutoring?” “Oh, that is simple. Reg has to decide if you are worth his effort. If he concludes that you are not picking things up as he...
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October 29, 1994 Out of the Fire... Béla slid behind the wheel of her exciting little red Viper after reconnecting the car battery. She glared at Frank, annoyed by his rather controlling attitude and his safety instructions. He folded his arms and glared back at her. It was after two a.m. in the morning and she was fed up with all those military types and the way they lurked around her like she was some kind of freak. "Fasten it!" Frank insisted. Béla stuck her tongue out at him and...
Adventures at an Artists’ Colony Sisyphus Chapter 2 Angel’s idea to get our writing done during the day and sharing fantasies in the evening was intriguing, so the next morning I slipped a note under her door telling her what my fantasy was in case she wanted to prepare for it. I wrote, “You’re the farmer’s daughter alone on the farm and I show up at your door. I’ll be there at 7.” For some reason this fantasy of working on a farm and getting seduced by the horny farmer’s daughter in the...
The wires clicked and chattered, spitting out their loads of information. Another file uploaded, one amongst many in the cloud. But this one was intercepted, was torn out of it's journey. She sighed, it was all so predictable. Men wanting to be women. Embarrassed by the urge, and so wishing it to be forced upon them. Enough. More than enough. It was all so... predictable. She set her electric minions to whirring while she prepared herself. Tools, medicine, clothes. Many of the things...
It was just over a week since the incident with Chris and Frankie had received a phone call to say her car was ready and if she wanted they would deliver it.Frankie asked the caller if Chris could deliver it and the caller agreed he would deliver it that evening.After what had happened with Chris she decided she was going to get her own back.Frankie dressed carefully taking her time, making sure she was spotlessly clean, her pussy was cleanly shaved, she was really going to get her own back on...
A 90 year old man finally gets to see a doctor. The doctor asks him to explain the problem. The man says he wants the Dr. to lower his sex drive. The doctor is taken aback a bit but finally asks the man, just how old are you? The man answers I am 90. The doctor, still a little confused says “you are 90, and you want your sex drive lowered?” “Yes,” said the man, “it’s all in my head and I want you to lower it.” For his birthday, little Johnny asked for a 10-speed bicycle. His father...
‘Wakey, wakey Illyanna.’ Anna woke up with a start. Her Captor leaning over her, his lips in a glaring grin that showed his teeth and his cold eyes staring straight into her soul. He was again in his white robe with white hood hiding half of his face. ‘Time for Round Two. Today they all get toys.’ Anan tried to move away from him but realized she was bound to the bed again. Instead of spread eagle, her hands were hand cuffed together and then bound with a black leather strap to the head...
See the link in my profile to find all my stories and more chapters to this story DISCLAIMERS -I'm just trying to be helpful with these disclaimers. I don’t want to spring things on anyone! -My writing is SUPPOSED to be gross and wrong, which is what makes it so thrilling to write! You SHOULD feel icky reading it, which is why I consider it HORROR! I try to creep myself out as I write, getting into the mindset of a perverted VILLAIN. We're all acknowledging he is evil and wrong....
CASE 11: BIRTH IN DEATH Year: 2007 Name: J.G. Age: 27 Cause of Death: Asphyxiation by drowning Other injuries: Post Mortem fetal extrusion. Time between death and delivery to mortician: 32 hrs Case Notes: A heavily pregnant woman was exercising near a lake in a park when she felt giddy and fainted, toppling into the muddy lake. A man who was passing by managed to drag her out after some time. Attempts at CPR failed to revive her and the would be rescuer turned into her rapist as...
First let me introduce myself. I am a 40 yrs. Young man from Delhi. Slightly bald (sexy !! ), 5 feet 9 inches, slightly on the heavier side (if you think 80 kg is too heavy, you are screwed up in mind :-D ) and very romantic and sexy at heart. Ladies simply like my humourous attitude and tend to open up with me real quick. But I do get annoyed when they try to take undue advantage of me and I tell them so. This affair started nearly two years back. Here I am detailing the start of affair....
IncestMon expo était sur la bonne voie, ma petite équipe me donnait entière satisfaction travaillant d'arrache pied à l'organisation de cette manifestation artistique. Elle couronnait 2 années d'un travail photo intense sur l'abstraction et la lumière.Quelques personnes étaient dans la confidence, je préparais un After un peu spécial après l’expo. J'avais convié quelques intimes et quelques amis partageant les mêmes envies lubriques, cette soirée secrète aurait lieu après le vernissage. J'avais...
Docked Mick came around slowly. The first sensation he was aware of was an incredible thirst - it felt as though he had cotton wool in his mouth. He pressed his thick feeling tongue against the roof of his mouth and tried to swallow. His mouth was too dry; there was nothing for him to swallow. Feeling the discomfort from his mouth he started to become aware of a little more. Aware that his body was flat on his back, that he felt a bruised pain between his legs. He tried to cross...
Each fondle, sigh, and bat of her long eyelashes was leading the pirate to madness. Did she even KNOW? Warmth was now the very least of his problems; Calypso was like a blazing fire, searing all of his body, continually stoked within him by her ministrations. She shimmied into his lap gracefully, his hands sliding down to nestle in her falling chiton.Her thighs squeezed Ragetti snugly."Cozy?""Fabrizio, you are so smug. But yes…"At this Ragetti relaxed and let his eye lavish her form. It was...
I am Amit, residing in Dubai for last 13 years along with my wife (Sujata) and parents. I am a businessman, having diversified company herein Dubai, dealing in some 150 items. We usually source material from Mumbai, which in turn sold to GCC countries and also exported to African countries. I have to travel a lot to Mumbai for this reason. Prior to my marriage, I used to stay with my mother’s relatives in Vasai when I was in Mumbai for purchasing. But. Now I always live with my sister-in-law...
Incest& The stairs lead down into a well apportioned hallway. As if someone had buried a mansion underground. Closed wooden doors line the hall and at the end was a big pair of double doors, behind which Sounds could be heard. As if someone was throwing a dinner party. “This ... this is odd.” Alissa says. “Should we try to sneak through, or just introduce ourselves?” “Not sure I’d want to meet someone who lived down here. Plus we aren’t exactly presentable.” Salacia responds. So the women...
Kea took the phone with hesitation and restlessness, “Landra..., I was just going to run to the inn. I didn’t want to be out when you called...” Kea stammered and it was obvious that she was nervous. “...How did you know I was here?” Kea sat on the couch and Dena quietly slipped out with her clothes to the bathroom sending Kea a glance of ‘keep calm’. No answer... Kea was certain that Landra had freaked out. Suddenly, Landra started to speak, “Of course I know you’re there... After talking to...
This story is a true experience that happened to me one summer evening some years ago. I had a good friend named Paul who was going through a divorce. As some people do when a part of their life is falling apart, Paul decided to fill that part of his life with having fun. He would often call me up to go out to a bar or some other diversion, and one summer night we drove out into the country in Paul’s pickup truck, and we eventually found a fairly large bar with a big parking lot near the edge...
Yvonne was every man’s dream administrative assistant. Ifirst met her the day I interviewed in a large nationwide company. Standing all of five foot four, she filled out professional work attire like no other office worker in the company. Yvonne was pretty and she knew it. Although there were other well- dressed administrative assistants, Yvonne had a special talent for making sure she took care of those who took care of her. Every morning, when I would step into the office, Yvonne would be...
Office SexAnother day at work. Another day of serving customers their cold cuts, who want it sliced extra thin, because its the only way their toddlers will eat it. Because they have problems digesting food. Because it just tastes better when its thin. Another day of being just one once over, and OH MY GOD, that's TOO EXPENSIVE! Another day of bullshit, or so I thought. My name is Nick, and I work at the local supermarket chain. The owners are cheap, the equipment is in dire need of repair and service,...
ExhibitionismAt 22, Tim really didn’t have a care in the world. He was living with his girlfriend and had his circle of friends. Little did he know that one fateful trip to the grocery store would throw a wrench into his comfortable lifestyle. He had picked up a few items from his list. After loading the trunk of his car with the groceries, he pushed the cart to the side, bumping it against the car next to him and started to get back into his car. But before he could, an older man in front of him saw him...
Kerstin ist 19 und seit sechs Monaten mit ihrem Freund Jan zusammen. Er ist Auszubildender in einem Logistikunternehmen in der Nachbarstadt. Kerstin liebt es, wenn sie mit dem 1,80 m großen und blonden jungen Mann in seinem neuen Auto in die Stadt fahren kann. Sie ist 1,70 groß und wiegt 46 kg und ebenfalls blond mit langen glatten Haaren. Er fährt gerne schnell und Kerstin liebt es ihm zuzuhören, wenn er über geplante Umbauten an seinem Auto spricht. Er hat jeden Euro in das Auto gesteckt und...
TeenSo here is another story involving me and my uncle. For those of you who have not read any of my previous stories, Ill fill you in. When I was younger I went to stay with my uncle. He was single and had an extra room. I hadnt really known him growing up but everyone thought that it would be good for me. I was a rebellious teenager and I guess that they figured he would be able to relate with me. Turns out we related in a lot of ways. As it turned out, we related for about a year. Uncle was...
Sentiments of a Submissive By:? Miss Georgia Peach As told to:? JEP Introduction:? Miss Peach is the most unique submissive I have ever encountered.? In addition to being incredibly beautiful, she has the mind of a true intellect.? She has a unique ability to put words together to create a vivid word picture that is truly a work of eroticism.? The following are her words to express her sentiments and a few of her experiences.???????????????? JEP I do love the concept of being pierced...
Audrey Miles is ready to fuck and can not wait to get off those tight little shorts so you can admire her panties panties and soon see that beautiful wet shaved pussy! Audrey loves to be a tease with her large tits putting them right in Chads face just making him want to fuck her now! Soon he has her face down in the bed railing that tight pussy hard making her moan and beg for more! She wants to be on top taking control while you admire her legs spread open watching as that cock penetrates her...
xmoviesforyou[The following contains an approximate translation from the Juarez dialect of Mexican-Spanish.] JJ used his satellite phone to call his contact in San Diego. "We need another batch of virgins. It is a special order. We will need one black, one white and one Mexican. All must be under fifteen years, older than twelve. Our customer likes variety it seems. I told him it might take a while. He is a patient man ... but not too patient." 'Juarez' Jaime Reodondo, or 'JJ' to his associates,...
Hi, Iam sundhar my age is 22. It’s an fantasy story with my aunt Kavitha. Let me tell about her, she is typical South Indian. She is my mom’s elder brother wife. My uncle got married at the age of 35 to my aunt she was 18 at that time.It’s about 17 yrs difference. At that time I was 3yrs kid. My dad is working in Dubai so usually mom will stay there and settled. As it is costly there I was staying with my grand parents. I was going to play school and my aunt used to take care of me like bathing...
Incest‘Hey, Chief, what’s your hurry?’ Lisa blocked the front door with spread arms and bedroom eyes, naked. Tom grinned. His resolve to leave diminished while another part of him expanded. ‘I have to get an early start, if I’m going to make the hike in two days.’ Suddenly, torn by indecision, he thumbed her nipples, weighed her proposition in the palm of each hand, and added, ‘You said Jack was coming home this morning. I don’t want to make more trouble for you.’ ‘His flight doesn’t arrive until...