Letters From Hannah free porn video

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Hannah

This was turning into a very awkward conversation. The girl in the next door apartment had as good as invited herself in for coffee. Normally that would have been fine, in fact more than fine. Hannah was single, in her mid twenties and good looking. She was slim with a nice figure and shoulder length brown hair. But as he was making the coffee, she’d seen a print out from a local mistress that he’d accidentally left on the coffee table. And to make it worse he’d annotated it with possible...

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MOTHERS DAUGHTERS GLORIA HANNAH

This is a story that is intend to be a part of a series grouped under MOTHERS & DAUGHTERS. Each story will be independent. The stories will ultimately cover a range of genre. These will be shorter stories of one chapter which is different from my previous efforts as a writer. I hope you enjoy them. This is a story around a mother, Gloria Daniels and her daughter, Hannah. Gloria is 45 and Hannah is 23. Both women are trim, with straight blonde hair. Gloria has her hair cut short while...

2 years ago

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Halloween With Hannah

Hannah would be entering high school next year and she was already developing into a sexy young thing. She had budding breasts, no bigger than apples, that she loved showing off. John frequently saw the young girl in tight tops that showcased her tits, her nipples threatening to poke through the fabric. Her ass wasn't thick yet, but it looked firm and John loved to imagine smacking it when he jerked off. He knew Hannah had caught him leering at her a few times and the girl seemed to love...

3 years ago

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Finding Hannah

“Where is she?” my sister asks her son as she watches the servers place small dishes on the spinning glass table top. The food is already coming out and my nephew’s girlfriend isn’t here yet. Not good. I glance at my sister. She’s clearly getting annoyed, but then again, she is always annoyed. Honestly, I love my sister but I wouldn’t choose to be around her if I could help it. Shit luck for me, since she’s my boss. “I don’t know, she should be here by now.” He responds to her in English,...

3 years ago

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Meeting Hannah

Meeting Hannah SisyphusI hadn’t been to New York City in over twenty years, and in fact, rarely leave my off the grid cabin in Maine for any cities. I shop at a local food co-op in our small town, pick up mail at the post office, sometimes get a bowl of soup or a cup of coffee and exchange greetings with friends and neighbors then head home, happy to drive down the long dirt road through the woods and walk the path up to my quiet life.I had just completed a book of poetry and my brother told me...

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Visiting Hannah

Prologue. In the beginning was the foot and the foot was the means of motion, next came the ox wagon, horse and camel, the river steamers arrived to carry people and goods along the great river, after that and before the motor car came the mighty railway, sweeping contemptuously aside all other means of transportation arrived. Thus it was in my country. Along the railway line grew up townships to feed the fuel hungry and water thirsty locomotives, and to serve as places to which farmers and...

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Hans and Hannah

This is part of the 'Bettina and the Picture Book' series of stories included in the 'Polheim Chronicles'. Hans and Hannah Hans was annoyed. His watch, a gift from his mother, had stopped. Itwas fully wound, and he could see no reason for it to not work. But workit would not. Dependent on it for timekeeping at the school, he had nooption but to take it to a watch repairer. The only one that he knew ofwas in Frankfurt, and so, the following Saturday, he caught the early trainto the city,...

2 years ago

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Shia and Hannah

They chose a few things and went into the fitting room, and walking into a stall together. "Alright, Hannah, I'm going to try these bras and panties and stuff on, and I'm going to model them. Tell me how they look, 'kay?" Hannah answered with a slight nod, and tried on her bathing suit first. She rubbed her hands over body, not satisfied with the amount of fat on her behind. "I guess I'll have to get a bigger size.." she sighed. "Go ahead, Shia, it's your turn now." Hannah sat...

1 year ago

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Something About Hannah

Something About Hannah—a modern day love story What was it about Hannah that I just couldn’t quite figure out? Sure, I am still a virgin, but I’d like to think of myself as the kind of guy that could always find at least one attractive characteristic in most any woman. Somewhere in between physical beauty, intelligence and personality is surely the core of their magnetism. I was willing to bet that Hannah has all three of those traits. Since she seemed to be an easily approachable sort, I...

2 years ago

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Hannah

"Ah Lord Pinkerton?" an emboldened mature lady around my mother's age accosted me as I lounged amiably enough with my cronies at the Misses Fotheringay's ball at Southam Courtenay, "Have you met my daughter Molly?"I looked past the matron and there through the fug of intoxication I believed I beheld an angel, a great vision in gleaming virginal white, and at second glance an improbably plump one, "No, I haven't had the pleasure," I agreed uncertainly for the sweet Mull-berry wine had had its...

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Hannah

Hannah and I had been friends for almost fifteen years. I'd seen her go through two really shitty relationships and a horrible marriage. I'd watched her raise her kids on her own, even while she was dating the kids dad and married to the other guy she was with. I'd been there for her when she had her issues, dealt with her struggles, went through her divorce, and watched her kids question why these guys were the way they were. And all the while, we'd been best of friends.I'd never looked...

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Reminiscing My High School Days Hannah

I look back on my high school days and realize how easy it was to get some. Now that I'm older it's a little harder, no, quite a bit harder to get some. I try and look back to see what I did then that I'm not doing now to see if there is anything I can pick up on to help out my lame ass. Where the hell did my confidence and swagger go? In high school I would always venture to the next town if I wanted to get laid for the weekend. It's not that there weren't any girls to fuck in my town, it's...

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The ghost of Hannah

At the time Edinburgh seemed like the ideal place to run away to. It was in another county, but only a short train or bus ride away. At seventeen, it was the furthest Anthony ever thought he was going to go. The plan was to meet early in the morning at their place in the town centre. Anthony was early as usual, and waiting impatiently for Hannah. It was cold for early October and the tree he was leaning against had already begun to shed its leaves. It seemed like a typical English morning;...

3 years ago

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Hannah

Hannah lief mit den Akten unter dem Arm in Richtung des Büros von Daniel Anders. Sie trug einen engen grauen Rock und eine nylon Strumpfhose sowie High Heels mit Riemchen und eine weinrote Bluse. Sie trug einen Pony der Rest ihrer braunen Haare fielen ihr wellig, knapp über die Schultern. Sie Klopft an der Tür. Mr Anderson bat sie herein und sie schloss die Tür. „Schließen sie bitte ab.“ Mr Andersen war Mitte dreißig und hatte einen braun, blonden Seitenscheitel. Hannah schloss die Tür ab und...

3 years ago

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My old friend Hannah

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I pulled it out and flipped it open. "Yeah?" I didn't check who it was I can't be bothered to look at the caller ID before I answer."Jack, I'm in the hotel lobby. You gonna get me?" The sweet voice jolted my memory, Hannah was in town and was going to stay with me. I almost leaped out of my chair when I knew she was here."Yeah, coming." I walked out of my room and got into the elevator, still on the phone with her."So I'm gonna be staying for a few weeks."...

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Schulmatratze Hannah

Disclaimer: Diese Geschichte dient weder der Verherrlichung von Mobbing noch derer Vergewaltigungen! Diese Geschichte dient ausschließlich der Unterhaltung gedacht! Jede Parallele zu real existierenden Personen ist rein Zufällig! + + + Hannah saß mit ihrer Freundin Isabell auf der Wiese des kleinen Waldschwimmbads. Beide waren seit einigen Monaten 18 und gingen in die 13. Klasse. Hannah hatte dicke, schulterlange blonde Haare, war schlank und hatte einen runden Po, feste C-Brüste und...

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The Therapist Chapter 2 Hannah

The Therapist - Chapter 2: Hannah By Overtime It was a bright Wednesday morning; the kind of day where every tree in London is in full blossom and life feels ripe. I was excited about my next patient - no matter how many years I do this job, I never get bored of meeting a new patient and seeing how I can help. My patient was early. She was sitting in the waiting room, and I watched her on the CCTV feed from the comfort of my office. She was perched on the mid-century armchair,...

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Pauline The Slut Part 35 Beautiful Hannah

My husband took Anne and me up to the house and into the lounge. He removed his clothes and sat down in front of a large TV screen. He had Anne kneel between his legs and suck his cock. I sat down beside him. He switched on the TV. The girls bedroom appeared on the screen. The room was empty. He pressed a button on the remote and the picture switched to their bathroom. Hannah was sitting in the shower, her back against the wall with the water raining down on her. Her legs were spread apart and...

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Handjob Hannah

This is a work of fiction, nothing like this has ever happened in my life but the fantasy needs to be written down. This fantasy is like a song that gets in your head and drives you nuts until it fades away. Perhaps writing it down will make it fade from mine, perhaps it will take up space in your head.I knew it was wrong from the very start. But my hard cock, her cute face and figure, and my lust for her took over my brain and there was no going back. My wife had called earlier in the day to...

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Hannah Ow Hannah

My wife, Hannah, is 29 years old, 5 11, 125 pounds with long straight blonde hair, very long athletic legs and perky 32C tits. We have been married for 6 years and have a very active sex life. We have always discussed and acted out as many of each others fantasies as possible and this is the story of one of Hannah's, and my own, longest standing fantasies and how it came true a few months ago. My wife has always known that I love to see her getting fucked by other men and she loves as much cock...

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My First Night With Hannah

I was a Senior in highschool. I played center and defensive tackle on the football team. After football season, I was on the wrestling team. Even though I’m on the big side, I’m not fat, toned muscle with a nice physique, I was in my prime at 6’ 3” with dark hair and dark eyes. Hannah, the girl I’d been eyeing since Sophomore year, was even more beautiful that when I had first met her. She was tall compared to most girls I knew, 5’ 9” with long brown hair, beautiful...

2 years ago

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Missing Hannah

I had forgotten how tight Hannah’s pussy was.So, when I slipped inside her from behind, and looked down at the pale, white skin of her back, leading up to the long, curly, red hair flowing over her left shoulder, I felt a nearly overwhelming urge to cum inside her. “It’s been so long,” she said, looking back at me. “I missed you, Mickey.” I missed her too, but probably only for the fact that she was 22 and I was 40 and she gave amazing blowjobs. She wasn’t k**ding, though. It had been awhile....

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Hannah

I had forgotten how tight Hannah’s pussy was.So, when I slipped inside her from behind, and looked down at the pale, white skin of her back, leading up to the long, curly, red hair flowing over her left shoulder, I felt a nearly overwhelming urge to cum inside her. “It’s been so long,” she said, looking back at me. “I missed you.”I missed her too, but probably only for the fact that she was 22 and I was 40 and she gave earth shatteringly good blowjobs. She wasn’t k**ding, though. It had been...

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Hannah

Hannah lebt in dem kleinen Dorf „Rotwald“ nahe dem großen Wald. Die wenigen Holzhäuser mit den Stroh Dächern bilden eine märchenhafte Kulisse. Ihr Vater starb in einem der vielen Scharmützel gegen die Banditen der Gegend als sie noch ein Baby war. Sie hatte nur ihre Mutter, die beiden kamen über die Runden, indem sie Kräuter verkauften und die Kranken behandelten. Hannah ist 1,77m groß hat leicht bräunliche Haut und schwarze wellige Haare, welche ihr locker auf die Schultern fallen und braune...

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Helpful Hannah

“Let me help you with those,” I volunteered when I saw the young wife from next door struggling with grocery bags. She smiled sweetly as I picked them up and led the way. As soon as I set them down in her kitchen she offered me a choice of drinks and put out some snacks. Besides her basic gratefulness, she seemed to be happy to have someone to talk to. We traded life stories for an hour until I mentioned I had to get back to work. She was interested that I could work from home and set up...

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The ghost of Hannah

At the time Edinburgh seemed like the ideal place to run away to. It was in another county, but only a short train or bus ride away. At seventeen, it was the furthest Anthony ever thought he was going to go. The plan was to meet early in the morning at their place in the town centre. Anthony was early as usual, and waiting impatiently for Hannah. It was cold for early October and the tree he was leaning against had already begun to shed its leaves. It seemed like a typical English morning,...

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Letters From Rose

John Henry Bartlett III laid back on his bunk and closed his eyes, exhausted after another long day at sea. It had been another stressful day, causing him to question once again why he had joined the Navy. The answer was simple: his family legacy. Father and grandfather before him, along with scores of uncles and cousins…men in his family were supposed to be Navy men. He hadn’t even questioned it, the choice was made for him before he was born and he stepped into his role like a pair of...

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Letters From Rose

John Henry Bartlett III laid back on his bunk and closed his eyes, exhausted after another long day at sea. It had been another stressful day, causing him to question once again why he had joined the Navy. The answer was simple: his family legacy. Father and grandfather before him, along with scores of uncles and cousins…men in his family were supposed to be Navy men. He hadn’t even questioned it; the choice was made for him before he was born and he stepped into his role like a pair of...

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Letters from an Angel

Author’s note: I did not expect I was going to post my short stories on this site. They tend to be tragic, and Letters from an angel is no exception. It’s strange, I want my short stories to be powerful enough to punch someone in the gut. They probably aren’t, not yet, but I’m quite sure that there’s a glimmer of profoundness in each one of them. At least that what I tell myself. I want to make you think when you read this. Write your thoughts in the comments. Gift your insights and perhaps...

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Letters

This story contains material that could be deemed offensive. If you are under 18 or easily offended, stay away. ----------------------------------------------- Letters ------------------- By Darkside. (c) [email protected] Comments to [email protected] After the horror of Incubus and the sweeping epic of Fury I've decided to write something a little lighter and shorter. Besides I owe Vickie Tern this story as part of a bet I lost :-( Before you ask, I know the...

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Meeting Hannah

Meeting Hannah Sisyphus I hadn’t been to New York City in over twenty years, and in fact, rarely leave my off the grid cabin in Maine for any cities. I shop at a local food co-op in our small town, pick up mail at the post office, sometimes get a bowl of soup or a cup of coffee and exchange greetings with friends and neighbors then head home, happy to drive down the long dirt road through the woods and walk the path up to my quiet life. I had just completed a book of poetry and my brother told...

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OLD MAN ON THE BUS BY HANNAH

MY STORY - OLD MAN ON THE BUS - BY HANNAH[/image]For as long as I could remember, I have wanted to fuck a really old man of like 60- 80. Wow turns me on!I always thought I would seduce him on the bus, and he’d be a shy fat old man of 76 or more. Just the idea of it makes me wet. I often touch myself and think about it, and I always have a huge messy orgasm.One day I got to try it. I was riding the bus next to a dirty old man with a box on his lap. I sit down by him and subtly flash my cleavage,...

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Letters from Mom

I met Lisa when I was twenty-two and it was love at first sight for me.  I had broken my ankle in a mountain biking accident and she was the nurse who helped put the cast on for me.  She was blond, gorgeous and had a captivating personality.  I loved her despite the fact that she was a widow who was five years older than me and had a ten-year-old daughter, Jackie. Lisa had become pregnant with Jackie when she was sixteen. She had married her rich college boyfriend rather than give up Jackie.  A...

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Letters

You've only been here a few weeks, just long enough to figure out a few of the basics relative to self-preservation. Your cell, which even now doesn't actually feel as though it's your cell, is the very last one on the edge of "No Man's Land" in the middle of the tier, "the tracks," as They call it, located just before the section of black cells begins. You've been hearing rumors about being grabbed by the Black Inmates, but you feel that you're in less danger as long as you're still...

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Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 17

LETTER XVII You would have been somewhat surprised, my dear Charlie, at the sudden end to my last letter, but it was already unconscionably long. I was tired and had still to tell of the delicious proceedings of that night, so I determined to withhold them for another letter. With this explanation, I shall resume the current of my amorous adventures. I left off after having inserted my bursting prick into the divine bottom-hole of the beautiful youth while dear Mamma, who was similarly...

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Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 20

You may well scold me for my prolonged silence, for it is nearly a month since I sent you what you call the most damnably exciting letter you ever read. The truth is that our repeated orgies, at last, became too much for me. The one I last described inaugurated a series of others, much too repetitious for me to reiterate them over and over again, even if the laziness produced by such excesses had allowed me to sit down and pen a letter long enough to occupy hours in the mere mechanical...

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Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 15

I cut short my last long letter as I was really too tired to write more at the time. Our dinner party was of the gayest. The lovely evening and the softened light of the waning moon, which had only risen as we left, unusually late, from the dinner table, drew us to the terrace, and Sophie and I soon began to wander away from it, with the benevolent intent of favoring Louisa and Tom. We led the way to the nearest summer-house, and left them to their own enjoyment, keeping watch the while to...

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Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 13

The graphic and stimulating account that dear girl Louisa gave me of her encounter with her mother's handsome young page, and the fire of lust that flashed from her eyes as the exciting details flowed from her lips, set me all aflame with such a raging lust (and such an erect and hard cock) that I thought it would burst open my trousers to cool its burning ardor. Louisa, whose eyes were too sharp not to have observed the effect of her lively de***********ion upon me, placed her body between...

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Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 12

Another break in the narrative: Harry resumes his correspondence with Charlie where he joins Louisa's family at breakfast. As you may well imagine, my dear friend, after the wild excesses I had just experienced, I was ready enough to sink into the arms of Morpheus. So just giving a chuckle over the successful start that I had made as a participator in the incestuous joys of this delightful family, I sank into deep a slumber and slept the sleep of the just. We were all late for breakfast the...

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Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 14

While Fred and I were lounging in the delightful shade on the terrace, a neighboring young gentleman, a connection of the family, called to ascertain the particulars of the marriage day. Seeing Fred, he came up to us and stated his errand, and so he and Fred went off to consult with Mamma. I saw dear Louisa looking out from an upper balcony of the house, apparently intensely gazing at some object in the distance. I called to her and she turned for an instant, shaking her hand at me, as much...

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Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 16

LETTER XVI Harry's de***********ion of Louisa's and Tom's departure for their honeymoon is lacking. Her absence is felt. We had a rather silent dinner, the absence of dear Louisa weighing upon us, and we missed the liveliness and wit for which she was distinguished. After coffee we sat down to a quiet game of whist, previous to which Fred had seized the opportunity of our going together to the terrace to tell me that his father had whispered to Sophie that he should sleep with her that...

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Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 11

It may readily be supposed that I was much more inclined to sleep than to be up and active. So I rang my bell and told them to bring me a cup of coffee and a biscuit. Under the pretence of a bilious headache, I begged them also not to disturb me for breakfast, but to make my excuses and request that I might be left in quiet, as I had had a very restless night, which was true enough. So after allaying my exhaustion with a delicious cup of cafe au lait, I sank into the deepest and most...

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Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 10

Having left Louisa's bedroom and crept back to my own. At dawn, I was awakened by soft lips sweetly sucking mine. It was my darling Louisa. 'Harry, my love, you must surely have slept enough we are just going to have luncheon.' 'Indeed, is it so late?' said I returning her embrace. Her hand wandered beneath my clothes and encountered my lordly prick in all its glory. She squeezed it with her soft hand and I pulled her into bed with me, gently pushing her down upon it and lifting up her...

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Letters from a Friend in Paris 07

At last, the day arrived when my beloved Louisa and I were to proceed to her father's house. We had purposely named to all our friends in Paris the day before that on which we were really expected at her home so that we might stay on the road and have one last night of uninterrupted indulgence in our passionate love of each other. We fixed upon the pretty village of Rosny, not far from the Vernon Station, for the place of our last delicious sole enjoyment of our lascivious revels in love's...

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Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 19

The next day, shortly after our arrival at home, Mamma disappeared. We knew it was to enjoy her charming page and to give him her first fruits after her late clearing out. Sophie slyly asked if Fred and I would not like to follow so good an example. After such a challenge, we could not but accept it. So going up to the hut where I had first enjoyed her after her loving Papa had taken precedence, we gratified the dear creature with two double fucks, each enjoying both channels. After which we...

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Letters from Sky Part 16 and Epilogue

"...how can Sky not live happily ever after?" Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 16 and Epilogue © 2008 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Monday, May 26th (Morning) Hi, Marsh It's your Sister!! :) You around, Marsha? I still haven't heard from you, I guess 'cuz of the holiday, and things come up. Anyway, I did...

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Letters from a Friend in Paris letters 18

I got back to my room without being observed, chuckling over the fact that I was now completely initiated in all the mysteries of the family, and was an accepted participator in all the exquisite excesses of their incestuous intercourse; yet still there wanted the complete enlightenment of both Papa and Mamma as to my relations with both Fred and Sophie. Mamma, who was as capricious as a young beauty of twenty, had taken a fancy to have Fred the following night, and Papa had been so...

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Letters from Sky Part 7

Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 7 © 2008 by Jan S ____________________________________________________ Monday, April 28th (noon) Hi, Marsh, I'm banished to my room by the cleaning lady again. Nah-uh, he didn't really grab me and hold or anything -- just sort of tried to hug, but rough. And I could have asked his mom or brother for my bike, but just didn't want to. And I looked...

3 years ago

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Letters from a Friend in Paris letter4

You might well be pleased with my last letter but you have merited your own reprimand. You confess to having read it with too much action of the hand, not expecting any such very racy termination, and that when it came to such delicious mouth-fucking you were obliged to spend all over your dressing-gown. All I can say is don’t do so anymore, but come over to see me, and I will do it for you as you did it for me when we crept into each other’s beds at school. But I have more adventures to...

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Letters from a Friend in Paris Letter 09

I was obliged to break off my last letter, as the recollection of those two lovely creatures posing their naked and beautiful forms, all unconscious of a witness to their incestuous proceedings was too exciting for me to continue the de***********ion that day. Now that I am in a cooler mood, I will give you further details of the delicious scenes of which I was an eye-witness. A few minutes passed in mutual admiration of their enchanting forms. Louisa then taking the splendid prick of her...

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Letters from a Friend in Paris Letter 08

I found myself the guest of the most charming and agreeable family. The father was a fine, handsome man of fifty-one years of age. His wife, quite younger to him, was becoming plump. She was, however, evidently in the full force of health and strength, and although somewhat too prominent in bosom and belly, one could see by her remarkably fine arms how firm her flesh was. It was evident also that her arse must be of stupendous proportions. Her step was firm and elastic, her feet small, and...

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Letters from a Friend in Paris letter5

A gap in the correspondence occurs here; Louisa has returned and Tom and she are meeting at Harry’s studio I closed my last letter with an intimation that we turned in for a delicious night. It was so in fact. My darling Louisa, like all her sex who have committed infidelity to us, seemed to grow doubly loving and endearing in her caresses. I don’t think we ever enjoyed a more delicious or lengthened fuck than we had after our first endearing embraces. Louisa excelled herself in the...

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Letters from a Friend in Paris letter6

I ended my last letter at a moment of utter prostration from the excess of lubricity I was then describing. Since then dear Louisa has devoted several days to ourselves, as well as three or four to Tom. We managed for her apparently to leave the house, but in reality to slip back into a snug little room. I then got rid of Tom very rapidly, and gratified that dear girl’s letch in fresh fucking her while still awash with all the plenteous streams of sperm that Tom had injected into her. I...

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Letters from Sky Prologue and Part 1

Letters from Sky By Jan S Introduction & Part 1 © 2008 by Jan S INTRODUCTION: Last spring these letters began showing up in my email. I thought the address had been typed wrong and sent a reply warning the writer, but it bounced back as undeliverable. I know that seems impossible, but the letters are here, and I think the wed holds many weird gremlins. Last night I decided that,...

2 years ago

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Letters from Sky Part 10

Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 10 © 2008 by Jan S ____________________________________________________ Wednesday, May 7 (early afternoon) Hi-s, Marsh, Working hard? OK here's your break for the Sky Update. :)) But I don't really know what I can tell you about since just last night really. Well, the shoes I got today. OK, so, Ms Y. didn't tons of time this time, but I wound up...

2 years ago

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Letters from Hobson Bend

LETTER FROM HOBSON BENDDear Shoeblossom:I've enjoyed the letters I've read, and I wanted to tell you of my unique relationship with my dominant wife, Beatrix, "Trix" for short.I am Doctor Lionel Lithgow, author of 20 books...University professor of physics... And president of the biggest quantum physics research facility in the Western Hemisphere...But at home I'm just a little  slave-bitch!I met Trixie when my old girlfriend, Ariadne, took me to a Renaissance faire.Most of the event was just...

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Letters from Sky Part 8

Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 8 © 2008 by Jan S ____________________________________________________ Sunday, May 4th (morning) Hi there, Marsh!! OK, I'm all rested up, had my Cheerios (Honeynut, course), and ready to tell you all about Kaezee. That's from her initials, but she spells it out like that but sometimes puts a capital Z in the middle, and she says the boy in her...

1 year ago

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Letters from Sky Part 2

Letters from Sky By Jan S Part 2 © 2008 by Jan S ________________________________________________________ Wednesday, April 2nd (night) Hi!! That was all pretty lame, huh? But I couldn' say, "Hey, there's a bug on your shoulder," in an email, could I? Yeah, I know you don't really need custody things now you're eighteen -- just didn't think of it. And I'm glad we're...