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Gianna Michaels Agent of the DTFBy lilguy [email protected] Michaels is a busty hitwoman tasked to take out some sex tradesAuthor note- This is a commission I did for more check it out herehttp://www.hentai-foundry.com/user/lilguy31/profileStephanie Mitchell was a young Coed, in freshmen year in college. She was entertaining a boy she liked. The boy name was Rick. He was a young man, Hispanic with short black hair.“You almost done babe” He Said“Patients Patients” She Said. She was...
Gianna Michaels catches a peeping tom 3By lilguy [email protected], femdom, tease and denial fun follows straponFlower Tucci and Gianna Michaels walked down the steps. They were naked accept for their straponsFlower had a 12 inch strap on, 3 inches in length. It was pink and had a vibrating tip. Her blond hair flowed over her face after having a night of hot sex with any buff guy she could find. Her tattoos glisten with sweat. Next to her was Gianna with a 12 inch black strap on, same...
Jetzt hatte ich es schon zweimal mit Gianna getrieben und jedem dem ich davon erzählte wollte es mir nicht glauben. Das kann ich ja durchaus verstehen. Ich selber glaube es ja immer noch nicht so ganz. Am meisten ärgert es mich, dass es mein bester Freund Heiko es nicht glaubte. Wir haben ja schon so viel miteinander erlebt da müsste er mir doch sowas glauben. Das werde ich ihm beweisen.Gianna und ich waren immer noch im wilden Austausch mit Mails. Sie wollte mich gerne mal wieder sehen. Wieder...
Ted was your average day Peeping Tom pervert. He took picture of porn stars and celebrities without them knowing and publishes it on his website, Dirtybastard.net. Gianna Michaels was one of his targets. She was a gorgeous and wild porn start, with huge breast and black hair. She stood 5.10 and was known for her thick ass and big breast and just a wild slutty demeanorShe had a wide mouth, and perfect blow jobs lips, as well as a cute button nose. Ted was ready. He had found where she lived,...
We had been sitting in the garden chatting about her latest ‘client’. I was trying to come to terms with what she was telling me. What she said next changed my world forever.“Would you like to meet her?”I couldn’t believe my ears. Was I really being invited to meet her ‘client’ who she claimed was naked and locked in her cellar?“I warn you,” she said standing up, “she may not be in the mood for idle chatter, but your presence might be beneficial.”As she headed towards the gate, I knew I should...
*************Primera parte************* Hace tanto tiempo que no tengo un orgasmo que ni siquiera estoy segura de lo que se siente. S? que jam?s tendr? otrto en mi vida, pero hace mucho que no me importa. He aprendido a vivir as? y a disfrutar cada relaci?n sexual. S?, tengo una vida sexual y me encanta. El hecho de que no me pueda correr no la hace peor. Dejadme que vuelva la vista atr?s y os cuente algo de mi. Nac? como var?n har? aproximadamente treinta a?os, creo. Todo ese periodo de mi vida est? bastante ...
Becoming Eliza By DreamWeaver The flash of lightning caught me by surprise, and the almost immediate report of thunder made me jump. The forecast had mentioned possible thunderstorms, but there had been no rumbles of thunder in the distance for warning. I started to pick up my pace, hoping I could manage the half mile or so back to my apartment building before the downpour, but the wind quickly picked up, more flashes of lightning followed, and huge gobs of rain began to spatter on...
History Humour. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Mr D’arcy how delightful!” Mrs Bennet simpered as her new neighbour arrived on horseback quite unannounced one spring morning. “Indeed Madam the pleasure is all mine!” Mr D’arcy replied airily, “Tis a pleasant enough little place you have here, quite like my lodging at Manderly but somewhat smaller I fear.” “Oh Mr D’arcy you are too kind,”...
History Humour. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Mr D’arcy how delightful!” Mrs Bennet simpered as her new neighbour arrived on horseback quite unannounced one spring morning. “Indeed Madam the pleasure is all mine!” Mr D’arcy replied airily, “Tis a pleasant enough little place you have here, quite like my lodging at Manderly but somewhat smaller I fear.” “Oh Mr D’arcy you are too kind,” Mrs...
History Humour. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Mr D’arcy how delightful!” Mrs Bennet simpered as her new neighbour arrived on horseback quite unannounced one spring morning. “Indeed Madam the pleasure is all mine!” Mr D’arcy replied airily, “Tis a pleasant enough little place you have here, quite like my lodging at Manderly but somewhat smaller I fear.” “Oh Mr D’arcy you are too kind,” Mrs...
“Mr D’arcy how delightful!” Mrs Bennet simpered as her new neighbour arrived on horseback quite unannounced one spring morning. “Indeed Madam the pleasure is all mine!” Mr D’arcy replied airily, “Tis a pleasant enough little place you have here, quite like my lodging at Manderly but somewhat smaller I fear.” “Oh Mr D’arcy you are too kind,” Mrs Bennet smiled through gritted teeth, “Come you must meet my girls,” she added, seeing an opportunity to marry one off, and called upon them to come...
Melissa Won't Let Go. By Tanya H. -4- ELIZA. My dreams came horribly full of men and cocks. I spread my legs, my mouth, my tits eagerly for them, hitched my skirts, pulled aside my panties; I made it easy for them to take me and fill me even as I hated what I did, what I lusted for. A passenger in my own humiliation. Awareness came back slowly - grey light of dawn or dusk, a weight of bedclothes on my body, a warning of peeing. Fear rode me too; that I'd open my eyes to some...
Most people would describe me as a nerd. I am not sure if it is because of my looks, tall, thin with no muscles to speak of or my profession. I am a botanist, for you that don’t know what a botanist is, we study plants. I have always been more, shall we say, capable than most people when it comes to studying and had several scholarships lined up when I finished school.I loved school and if it weren’t for the jocks that intruded in my life every now and then would have had a perfect time. I...
Little RideFic Title:Little RideAuthor:Andrew Troy KellerEmail:[email protected]:David Boreanaz/Jaime Bergman/Eliza Dushku/Gwen StefaniRating:NC-17Summary:Eliza Dushku goes with two of her good friends,David Boreanaz and Jaime Bergman on a city bus to her birthday surprise,only to have her recieve an even bigger surprise on that very bus.Warnings:Male/female sex,female/female sex,strong language——Have any of you ever wonder what would happen if you were to just once listen to your wild...
“I think we should start off with her on her back, don’t you? I know her usual style might be bent over the front of a car or upright in the nearest bus shelter, but we can do better than that.”“Neither of those two are my style either,” I replied, “but a standing fuck can be fun.”“We may try other positions at a later date but let us start off with something simple. Do you want her to give oral to begin with?”“That would be nice. I can check if she’s improved from last night.” As I spoke, I...
I followed her along the corridor and down the stairs. My mind was still buzzing with the thrill of what had just happened. My hand still tingled from the feel of the flogger sweeping through the air and hitting tender flesh and my ears were still occupied with the muffled cries and sobs. I felt alive and that I should not, and I knew it was wrong, but I was filled with new and exciting sensations. As I walked down the stairs, I was mesmerised by Eliza’s shapely figure in front of me. That...
I awoke as the sun was rising the next morning. I looked over at Gianna, who was still asleep. I walked down to the lake and splashed some water on my face. I took a small sip from my water bottle, then moved back to our campsite. The fire had died out a couple hours ago. She woke up as I walked back, looking at me. "Can you sit up?" I asked her. She slowly sat up, wincing at the marks across her back as she did so. I held the water bottle out to her. She looked at the plastic bottle...
We joined her in the lounge, and I let go of the leash as Sylvia went directly over and knelt next to Eliza’s chair. As I sat down, I wondered just how rebellious she had been to deserve being sent here. Or what she had done before I arrived to deserve her earlier beating. Unbidden, images of Eliza skilfully wielding her crop came into my head. She had looked magnificent, I could not deny it. My own feeling of power mixed into those images and I couldn’t help a smile spread across my face....
We see that familiar opening sequence – various scenes of UK life, taken from the introductions to previous episodes – a field, a beach, a pub, a motorway ... but now we are seeing medieval castles, green pastures, ancient forests, and nordic invaders. The BBC documentary title appears “The United Kingdom of Zoo” and then the logo “Celebrity Edition; The Last Kingdom” is slapped on the bottom in a dog jizz shaped font. “While this looks much like the Scottish Highlands, we are actually in...
I slept fitfully that night, battling unsettling dreams. When I woke it was only just past dawn, but I knew there would be no more sleep. With a sigh I got up and padded nakedly down to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. I took it back to bed and climbed in. there was promise of another hot day in prospect but at this early hour there was a chill in the air. While sipping coffee I mulled over what had happened yesterday.I admit I was troubled and conflicted. I have never been violent before,...
*************Duod?cima parte************* A medida que avanzaba la tarde entend? por qu? Dalia nunca parec?a estar en una postura relajada, aunque estuviera sentada, comiendo o de cualquier otra manera. Al parecer, mi due?o hab?a elegido para m? que fuera elegante y sexy al mismo tiempo. Eso requer?a aprender toda una nueva forma de moverme, de sentarme y hasta de comer. En algunos puntos me parec?a a los juegos gestuales de mi nueva amiga, pero en otros me separaba. Ella era m?s... vulgar hasta en eso. Per...
Siento mucho el retraso en terminar esta historia. Aqu? pongo las partes que faltan para terminar el primer libro. Comentarios, opiniones, o lo que quer?is, pod?is dirigirlos a [email protected]. Comments welcome. You may locate me at [email protected] *************Decimoquinta parte************* Cuando bajamos las escaleras, yo era una chica nueva. Estaba cansada y sudada y seguro que mi maquillaje necesitaba un retoque bastante importante, pero me sent?a contenta. Ni siquiera la i...
One of the most exciting parts of my job as agent to the stars has to be visiting the sets of films/television shows. Sure, it sounds a little hokey and amateur, but it's true. Say what you want about the people in Hollywood and L.A., but when they get behind those cameras (or in front of them) something magical just happens. Today I was on my way out to the set of "Angel", the Warner Brothers network's hot spin-off from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" to see to one of the firm's newest...
DiorEscorts sounds like it’s got to be full of some really high-class sluts, but what’s really in a name? I mean, sure, they can borrow a name from a prominent, expensive, luxury fashion designer, but I’m not sure just anyone can turn it instantly into their own brand of magic. Gianna Dior certainly made it work for her, but how many unknowns have languished in obscurity despite tacking on a famous name. (By the way, if you haven’t seen me banging Gianna over at PornDudeCasting, you’re missing...
Escort SitesEliza Last night, I dreamed of a black horse. Upon waking, I lookedin the dictionary of dreams I keep in my bedside table, to see if thereis any significance to this particular night time vision. It seems adream of a black horse is a dream of passion. Considering all that hashappened in the past weeks, I am not surprised. I should never have been a Good Samaritan. It's against my nature. But thewoman's screams were so - so piercing, they touched my very soul. What month was it? November?...
A sign on the side of a building reads, “Welcome to PussyKats, Nottingham’s Finest Gentlemen’s Club” ... And then we’re inside. It’s a cheesy, dark, noisy – BUSY - dive. Plenty of ‘gentlemen’ enjoying a drink whilst mostly naked woman dance (or writhe) on the stage and in a couple of cases, on the businessmen themselves. We watch one woman in particular, spinning around a pole, upside down, legs spread wide with a g-string barely covering her crotch. Under the harsh flashing lights we can...
It was during a Cinco de Mayo. I had just left work & since it was a festive day & my office environment was hyper sexually charged I was primed for the evening. My current husband at the time was cheating on me. Mind you me I was 26 at the time. Me I am a mixed Caribbean Latina 5'-4" slim waist, broad hips with a big ass AND very very sexual! My breasts were small (B cup) but certainly a mouthful (description provided by my current husband, LOL!). There was a Mexican restaurant that...
*************Novena parte************* Me acerqu? directamente a la persona que atend?a el bar. Era una mujer de unos cuarenta y tantos a?os, muy bien conservada. Estaba sentada delante de la caja registradora. Ten?a el pelo rubio (creo que no he visto tantas rubias juntas en mi vida) en un conservador peinado recogido en un mo?o bajo. Era muy delgada y s?lo destacaban dos impresionantes pechos, algo ca?dos, en su figura recta como la de una escoba. Vest?a un feo uniforme de camarera de rayas verdes y bla...
*************D?cima parte************* En mi vida anterior, ir a la peluquer?a era un tr?mite que ten?a que cumplir cada dos meses m?s o menos. Entraba en el local de Luis, un se?or mayor y calvo (como casi todos los peluqueros, curiosa paradoja) y le preguntaba si ten?a un rato para cogerme. Me sentaba en la una butaca que parec?a tener cien a?os y a los veinte minutos sal?a con la cantidad de pelo imprescindible para peinarme. Y eso era todo. Mi conocimiento de lo que representaba para una mujer, para m? mis...
October 16, 1993, Chicago, Illinois Mitsuko arrived at our house at 6:30am for our drive to Springfield. We’d participate in the Aikido class, then have lunch with Sensei Daniel and two other students, as we had the last time. We got into the car and headed out right away. “Are you going to see your sister?” I asked. “No,” Mitsuko replied. “I didn’t even tell her I was coming home because you need to be back before dinner so the girls can go out.” “Are you enjoying being with them?” I...
.An introduction.I was in my mid-thirties before I bought my first house. I had recently got divorced after she ran off with a chicken farmer, of all people. It took me a while to recover from the trauma of it all, but I slowly got my life back on track. Once I had cheered myself up, I determined to enjoy my new freedom. I was still relatively young, and the world was out there waiting for me. I decided the first thing I needed was a base, so I bought a house.It wasn’t a new house...
The governor's daughters' Cynthia and Stacy knew that their wealth and social status came with certain responsibilities and obligations, whether they wanted to oblige or not. If the truth be known, they didn't give a rat's ass about the immigrant workers, legal or not. They thought minimum wage and access to health benefits (although expensive) was more than fair compensation for allowing the mexican immigrants to work for them. But with all of the uproar in the media of abuse with...
*************Segunda parte************* Cuando despert? hab?a recobrado mi voluntad, al menos aparentemente. Estaba preocupado. De hecho, estaba aterrorizado. Me incorpor? en la cama en la que estaba tumbado. Lo recordaba absolutamente todo. Sin embargo, hab?a perdido toda noci?n temporal. ?Cu?nto tiempo hab?a pasado privado de conocimiento? ?Horas? ?A?os? ?Me hab?an "transformado" completamente? ?Hab?an siquiera comenzado a hacerlo? ?Hab?a sido todo una pesadilla? Mir? a mi alrededor. Estaba en una habitaci?n d...
*************Octava parte************* Apenas un minuto m?s tarde estaba de nuevo sentada ante el tocador donde Isabel hab?a depilado mis cejas la tarde anterior. Repar? que estaba lleno de productos que no hab?a visto en mi ?ltima visita. ?Todo esto es lo que vas a tener que aprender a usar, Laura ?me dijo Isabel con su voz siempre agradable. Con la rotundidad de su cuerpo, con su belleza y con esa voz tan profundamente sensual, una idea me daba vueltas por la cabeza. ?C?mo pod?a carecer de de...
*************Und?cima parte************* Cuando recog? la bandeja con la comida, lo que encontr? era tan escaso que me dieron ganas de llorar: un plato de espinacas hervidas y un filetito de pechuga de pollo a la plancha. Ni la sonrisa comprensiva de la camarera me anim?. Busqu? con los ojos en la sala a Dalia pero no la encontr?, as? que me sent? sola y empec? a devorar las magras viandas. Mis costumbres antiguas me llevaron a intentar engullir a grandes bocados... pero me di cuenta de que, simplement...
*************Decimotercera parte************* El agotamiento me venci? pronto. Eran poco m?s de las diez cuando not? c?mo se me cerraban los ojos a pesar de todos mis esfuerzos. Mi primera intenci?n fue acostarme. Pero claro... ?el maquillaje! As? que tuve que hacer de tripas coraz?n (unas tripas que segu?an implorando m?s comida despu?s de la escueta cena) e ir al ba?o a devolver mi cara a un estado natural que cada vez iba a ver menos y menos en mi vida. Aprovech? para aliviarme. No me hubiera gustado despertar...
The search for meaning and truth is integral to developing a cohesive society full of happy and healthy citizens. Yet, despite many thousands of years of research by scientists and monks alike, we haven't come much closer to objective reality.Berries < Apples < MelonsHowever, we have been able to pluck several fruits from the tree of knowledge. Many of these lay in the realm of science, and I am no scientist. I am but a man with an unrelenting boner and access to unlimited amounts of...
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-- SATURDAY, MAY 6, 2006, SENIOR YEAR -- 12:39 AM "You're serious?" "Deadly serious," Amber replied gravely. "The clock is ticking and the first opportunity is tomorrow night." "And that's the best idea you've got?" "It's the best I can come up with right now. If you have any better ideas, I'm all ears." I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Despite pissing out as much as I could at the Tri-Delt House, I still had a LOT of alcohol running through my bloodstream. My...
October 9, 1993, Chicago, Illinois On Saturday morning, Kara, Michelle, and I were sitting in the ‘Indian’ room. Kara had come down, as we’d agreed, to continue our conversation from the previous night. We’d decided to stay in and talk, and we had, before I had gone with Michelle to her room to spend our scheduled Friday night together. “Michelle, do you remember our conversation about my relationship with Steve?” Kara asked. “Which one? We’ve had so many!” Kara smiled, “True! I was...
Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.It was Saturday morning,...
Incest*************Tercera parte************* La habitaci?n ten?a una puerta blanca que estaba cerrada. Gir? el pomo y se abri? sin problemas. Fuera lo que fuera el sitio en el que estaba, no era precisamente una prisi?n. El pasillo era como el de cualquier hospital privado, luminoso y silencioso. Una enfermera me vi? asomar y acudi? corriendo a mi lado. ?No, Laura, no. No puedes salir ?dijo, cogi?ndome de los hombros y devolvi?ndome al interior del cuarto?. Enseguida vendr? el doctor y podr?s hablar con ?l. ?Per...
*************Cuarta parte************* Isabel me sac? de mi habitaci?n. Me cogi? de la mano para llevarme a otro recinto dentro de la misma planta. ?No, no ?me dijo en cuanto empec? a andar?. No lo hagas as?... Para caminar con esos tacones tienes que cimbrear las caderas... Mover el culo de un lado a otro y poner los pies como si lo hicieses por una cuerda a diez metros de altura... as?... A ella le sal?a con una absoluta naturalidad. Tanta que ni siquiera me hab?a fijado en que caminaba "sobre la l?nea". ...
*************Quinta parte************* De nuevo con mi pijama y sola, volv? a la habitaci?n. Mi primer deseo al llegar a ella fue darle dos patadas a las est?pidas sandalias y caminar a gusto y descalzo. Me cost? unos segundos entender que no pod?a hacerlo. Que para m?, la comodidad en los pies era ahora precisamente esa herramienta de tortura que llevaba puesta. Suspir? frunciendo el ce?o y los labios en un gesto infantil que no era propio de m?... pero representaba muy bien c?mo me sent?a. Volv? a acercarme...
*************Sexta parte************* Hab?a amanecido cuando Isabel abri? la puerta con energ?a. Yo estaba dormido y casi me cuelgo de la l?mpara del susto. ??Arriba, perezosa! ?dijo con su voz cantarina y aparentemente siempre feliz?. ?El d?a ya ha comenzado y hay un mill?n de cosas por hacer! Llevaba un vestido en tonos morados que dejaba ver el nacimiento de sus abundantes pechos y se estrechaba en la cintura, marcando una cintura de avispa. Terminaba aproximadamente un palmo por encima de la ...
*************S?ptima parte************* Entr? al ba?o y cerr? la puerta detr?s. Dej? la maquinilla y el gel sobre el lavabo. Ah? me ten?a de nuevo, delante del espejo. El pelo era una aut?ntica mara?a y ten?a ojeras de haber llorado y de no haber dormido lo suficiente (?o lo hab?a hecho?. Segu?a sin saber qu? hora era... ni qu? d?a, ni siquiera qu? a?o). Suspir? y me quit? el pijama. Volv? a mirar mi cuerpo desnudo. Me fij? de nuevo en mis diminutas tetas. ?Joder! ?Ni siquiera estaban proporcionadas!. Eran una peque?a protuberancia con...
*************Decimocuarta parte************* Mi rubia tutora tuvo que consolarme con caricias en el pelo y palabras tranquilizadoras. Yo, por mi parte, estaba m?s que dispuesta a dejarme mimar. Me apoy? sobre su pecho, grande y duro, hasta que mis l?grimas, que por fin hab?an salido en torrente, amainaron de nuevo. ?Despu?s del cambio, los primeros reconocimientos no son agradables, lo s? ?me dec?a, cuando iba recuperando mi compostura?. Ni siquiera conoces a?n tu cuerpo como para que te lo examine ...
Part 10 - Stepmother's Sissy Mrs. Monet put another knee high on the exhausted sissy and got an open toed spike heel with a very small opening in the toe of the shoe. Mrs. Monet forced the shoe on the sissy's limp dick, which started to harden within the shoe. "Come on sissy, just three more milkings, I know your balls ache and your sissy stick is red and sore, but you promised to hump my shoes!" his stepmother cooed. Finally, Caroline's sissy stick got hard enough for the just the tip...
Introduction: Hey Guys, this is my first story, I hope you guys enjoy it, and Ill love to post more! Please, feedback would be great I didnt ever think itll happen this way, nor this bad. I guess you can say its a weird thing once you get caught. You never know what to expect, what theyd do, how would they act. It all comes as a big shock to you, like getting hit in the stomach with a bowling ball. But, its worse than that. I suppose I should tell you why Im writing my own story. You could say...
The last few weeks have been very interesting. I can't stop thinking about my stepmother. The urges have been unbearable at times. My stepmother and I have not had sex in a few weeks. I constantly jerk off in her panties. I just dream of sucking her nipples. I loved when I fucked her. Her breasts were so firm and didn't even move. My stepmother is a natural size 38D. She’s so experienced and her pussy was just the best thing I ever felt. It really did feel like I was fucking velvet. I just...
TabooMY MIGHTY MIRROR´S MEMORY HAS A SECRET -- A SWITCHABLE SEE-THROUGH SPECIALITY MY MIRROR is a new series with probably several sub-series of horny heroines of sexy scenarios it sawMY MIRROR starts with its first sub-series of my yummy younger sister: sweet sexy ´sexteen´ StephanieMY MIRROR IS WRITTEN ´WOMEN´S WOMB´S SEXY SECRETS STRICTLY FOR FEMALES ONLYMY MIRROR IS WRITTEN WITH ALL MY MIGHT WHICH I WILL WATCH OVER TO SPOT...
My father recently married my stepmother. She’s a very sexy looking woman. She tells everybody she's a dancer, but she’s really a stripper. I think that’s where my father found her. She’s my father’s third wife. My father is always getting married. He’s a player and loves to have a sweet piece of ass on his arm. My mother left him years ago, because he couldn't keep his zipper up. He cheated on her with his secretary. My mother had a nervous breakdown and was unable to take care of me. I live...
TabooChapter Five: I realize I needed to understand Robert's motivation and desires betterIt happens again the next morning.I arose early, slipped out of bed without waking Robert. Silently, I went into the bathroom. I turned the water on, giving the hot water time to work its way through the pipes for my warm shower. While waiting for the water to warm up, I stared into the mirror and assessed my thirty nine year old body. Objectively speaking, I was in excellent shape. My breasts were firm and...
TabooStepford brothers (change to sisters!) By bojok71 Author's notes: this story serves to plug a hole, in my view, of the credibility of the Stepford stories. What if someone came looking for a lost relative? The answer is simple, and forms part of this story. Story notes: this story is very close, for obvious reasons, to the original Stepford story. However, it's new enough to be considered a new read. It's as sexual and interesting as my other stories. Thanks again to Sarah Barndt for...
The vulnerability of my stepmother aroused me first, a primitive biological urge harkening back to the plains of the Great Rift Valley when our ancestors slept in trees and sowed their seed whenever and with whomever they could in the survival of the fittest or, in my case, the most voyeuristically surreptitious. Add the sibling rivalry of a brother with his stepsister and color it with the twisted desire of i****t, one of the biggest taboos of our culture, a taboo so tempting that it is...
now after getting back home we did what we normally do. she went the kids upstairs after cleaning up the kitchen and the mess they made. i have been seeing for awhile and have gotten to konw the kids real well. Shatrice was the oldest girl so KoKo kind of relied on her to most of the chores and keep the other ones in line but being 12 going on grown she started to develop other interest as all little girls do...friends, shopping, and boys! after the kids went upstairs we began to unwind...
On her fourteenth birthday, she went out with friends to a karaoke bar and had a lot of fun with friends, but when she came home her mother said that she had to talk to her. “Jenny, you know how much I’ve said that you have to date a white man when you grow up right?” “Yeah...” “I talked to your stepdad and I think it’s important for you to learn how to be with a white man.” “Okay.” “When you wake up tomorrow, I want you to talk to your stepdad about learning how to be a woman.” Jenny...
July, 1983, Chicago, Illinois On Sunday morning, the phone rang at 6:00am. Stephanie was calling to say that she was leaving home and that she and Trish would be at my place in about six hours. After I ran and ate breakfast, I called Karin, despite having just seen her a few days before. After our call, I double-checked that I had all the food I needed and checked that the guest bedroom where Trish would sleep had clean sheets on the bed and that there were clean towels in the downstairs...