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While the vessel was being manoeuvred into her berth, watched by a huge crowd ashore, Matt wondered if his father would casually ask him, ‘Did you happen to bump into a Martha Bridger?’
Matt had been away for two years and 344 days, according to his mother. If he had any misgivings about his parents being less that enthusiastic about seeing their son again he was mistaken.
His father had tears in his eyes and his mother was almost hysterical. Patricia was glad to have him back again, home in time for his birthday and for Christmas. She’d always known that ultimately Matt would drift out of her life, but never had she anticipated that he would be wrenched away so dramatically as he had been went leaving for America in disgrace. At that time she’d suffered the emotional loss that any mother or any other family member for that matter suffers when a family member dies, or is drafted to go to war. But the reassuring letters from Milly cheered her up no end that Matt was doing well in Wyoming.
Matt had noted little change in his mother, she was still slim, but her hair was greying slightly. It pleased him to find that her nature remained spirited and her smile was just as sweet as he had remembered it. The softness that he had always displayed towards his mother, especially when alone with her, quickly re-established itself.
One evening soon after his return, Matt thought he couldn’t remember his mother ever looking so happy. Patricia didn’t move to touch him, she’d been caught staring at him and she smiled beautifully and said, ‘I’m grateful to have you back again Matt.’
The reunion with his father had been different.
On the wharf they had bear-hugged each other, rather over vigorously in fact, and their handshake was an unconscious test of strength. Neither yielded, though a shadow of pain flicked across his father’s face before Patricia had called, ‘Stand aside Collier, it’s time for a mother and son reunion.’
As those excited greetings petered out, Matt took a close look at his father, confirming his initial impressions. Fearless Curtis had lost considerable muscle bulk, his limp had become more pronounced and his complexion had dulled. He had aged, considerably in the time they had been apart.
At the first opportunity Matt said to Patricia, ‘Mum is dad okay? He just doesn’t… well he doesn’t quite look like I remembered him.’ He’d struggled with his words, trying to avoid alarming his mother.
‘He’s accelerating into older age. He’s played hard throughout his life and now he’s paying the price for those excesses. Be warned, Matt. You behave exactly like your father, so much so that it’s frightening. Everyone says you look more like me than him, but I see beyond those surface similarities. You image your father Matt. Try to avoid imaging his darker side my dear one.’
Shaken by those words, Matt thought it was the most profound thing his mother had ever said to him. Perhaps now she spoke to him as an adult. So she knew his father’s reputation was not all based on gossip and exaggerations, he wondered if she knew about the fading beauty Martha.
One evening, when Patricia had gone out to a fund-raising concert Matt did the dishes. Never in his life had he seen his father do anything domestic, apart from carving the meat. At least he didn’t mirror his image to that selfish extent. He went to the front porch, where in the late-summer twilight his father had already poured two glasses of whisky and had his glass in his hand and held out the other. Matt though that this was the opportunity for which he had been waiting. He proceeded slowly.
‘Dad we have talked about Wyoming and people we both know. Tell me, how did Ponto get that particular name? I often thought about it but never got to asking him, possibly in case I rattled skeletons.’
His father shook with a belly laugh. ‘No, nothing would cause Ponto any grief. But I do know how he got his name, and am surprised that you didn’t enquire. You would have found that you both had something similar in naming. On my second trip over there I found he was actually named Peter Rivers, though all the time I knew him, and I had met several of his very old friends, I never heard him called anything but Ponto. Then one day I picked up a letter from the mailbox and almost put it back for re-sorting, as it was addressed to Mr Peter Rivers. Milly was with me and that’s when I learned his real name.’
His father sighed, ‘Ah, those days. Milly told me that Ponto was part Indian, his paternal grandfather had actually been born and brought up on a reservation. Ponto had told her that when his grandfather became ill, he arrived at his son’s family home on a small rundown block of land. He came on a pony with quarter horse breeding and even further back, Shetland pony origins apparently. His excited grandson, going by the name of Peter, loved horses and his grandfather’s undernourished, small-boned mount particularly appealed to the youngster.
‘The old man, asked his grandson, who was only four at the time, if he liked the pinto. The boy said ‘Pinto? Me Ponto’. From there it was just like you calling yourself Matt. Grandfather Rivers began calling the boy Ponto as a joke, and the name stuck.’
By now Collier had poured himself another whisky. Matt could tell his mood was melancholy. He took the plunge, making an oblique probe.
‘Dad, you visited Milly twice, but what she said, but she told me that she saw very little of you. She said something like, ‘You had met your perfect companion within days of your first visit. Who was that?’
Collier Fearless Curtis looked closely at his son. But his son gave nothing away, innocently studying the rim of his empty whisky glass. ‘Milly been shooting off her mouth has she?’ he snapped.
Matt was fearless. Looking his father straight in the eye he said, ‘No. Actually it was Martha herself. I think she’s still in love with you, or at least the memory of you dad.’
Collier looked at his son startled. ‘Bloody hell, don’t you ever say that to anyone, it would kill your mother if she heard that. I suspect that she knows that I had a bit of a fling when I was over there, but nothing more than that.’ He then growled, ‘And I want it kept that way. Right?’
‘Fair enough, dad. But I would like to hear more. I reckon she’s the most beautiful woman of her age that I have ever seen. And dad you want to see her daughter!’
Collier straightened, ‘She has a daughter?’
Laughing Matt punched him affectionately on the upper arm, causing Collier to wince. ‘She’s not one of yours. She has the look of her parents and as you know Lukas is also blond.’
‘You didn’t write about any of this in your letters?’
‘No, and why would I be writing about a certain blonde woman?’
‘I suspected that Milly might have hinted something in her letters to mum over the years. I wouldn’t put it past her stirring the pot a bit.’
‘Dad tell me about meeting Martha.’
Collier sighed, and talked on for nearly two hours, pausing only to ask Matt to fetch another bottle of whisky. Matt returned with it quickly, eager to hear more. His father described their first meeting, at a dance at the time of the annual Rendezvous Parade, a cowboy-oriented get-together and carnival. His eyes fell on only one girl amongst the large number of them in the dancehall. She a striking blonde, dressed mainly in white, and was surrounded by a group of males of various ages. Collier pushed though the ring and boldly asked her to dance with him.
A young man standing closest to her, actually with an arm around her waist, told Collier to buzz off, calling Collier a fly-blown foreigner.
Collier said he stood his ground. The man, bigger than Collier, brushed the blonde aside and took a swing at Collier who dodged it easily and came back with a heavy punch that collapsed his assailant to the ground. Just as Collier was beginning to feel really good, his eye caught a
movement to his left. He turned just in time to see the smiling blonde hit him on the head with a bottle.
Collier regained consciousness, lying on the ground outside the dancehall. He went over to the steps on his hands and knees and was sitting there, bent over with his hands on his temples, groaning when he heard this ever-so friendly voice say, ‘You poor boy.’
The girl whom he’d come to know as Martha brushed aside his hands and took a look at the spot when she had hit him with the full bottle of beer. She kissed it, and walked off without another word.
‘Women,’ said his father, shaking his head. ‘They’re impossible to understand.’
He continued the story. ‘Martha came over to Milly’s the next afternoon. I shot out of sight into my bedroom. But Milly called me to come out, and formally introduced us. Martha said she had been horrible to me the previous evening and to compensate, wanted to take me out. I thought that was something special. Never in my life had a woman asked me out on a date.’
Matt nodded. ‘Know what you mean, dad. Now settle in and I tell you about how I met a very forthright blonde called Caitlin.’
Just before 10:00 Patricia walked in. Matt jumped to his feet, pretending that he’s not been dozing. His father was well gone, mouth open and snoring lightly. Patricia noted the empty and half empty bottles on the table. ‘I see that you boys have managed to entertain yourselves.’
‘Right mum, we had a great chin-wag. Probably our best ever.’
‘That’s nice. He really missed you when you were away. He’s a hard man though he would never admit it. Come on, you go to bed. Leave him there. He’ll put himself to bed when he wakes up after dreaming. What he dreams about when he’s had a few drinks I’ll never know.’
Matt went off to bed, grinning. He thought it best that his father’s dreams remain secret. He guessed that although his father was asleep in his chair, he mind was far away, cavorting about somewhere in Wyoming.
* * *
On the morning of Matt’s twenty-first birthday he went with his parents to the family’s law firm.
Senior partner Bert Wheeler shook Matt’s hand and congratulated him for attaining the age of consent. ‘You have grown into a fine looking young man Matt,’ said Bert. ‘And now I need you and Collier to sign these papers.’
That done Bert handed Matt a cheque for £33,000. Matt had reached the age stipulated in his paternal grandfather’s will when the money he left to Matt could be handed over.
‘Treasure this moment, Matt,’ said his father. ‘Forever after it will you be handing over cheques to greedy lawyers.’
Although it was only mid-morning, Bert went to a cabinet and poured lemonade for Patricia and three whiskies. ‘It’s early but we need to mark this significant occasion for Matt,’ said Bert. He offered to invest the money for Matt, either on call or to lend it out to a trusted client at a higher interest rate for the purchase of a run-off property.
‘Thanks all the same but I am determined to do my own thing Bert. I guess I can call you Bert now that I’m a man?’
‘Certainly, Matt, and I will not be surprised if I continue to act for you on your own account from this day.’
Matt nodded in agreement.
He had noticed that Collier looked at him proudly when he turned down Bert’s investment suggestions whereas his mother had looked a little apprehensive. Mothers always worry, thought Matt. He also knew Collier’s thinking, ‘Never leave your money in the hands of lawyers or bankers. Plough it back into the land or buy property.’ That was Collier’s policy inherited from his father.
Patricia and Collier held Matt’s birthday party in the town hall, hired at a heavily discounted rate, as Collier was the Mayor of Miranda.
‘Almost everyone who is anyone in this town will be here this evening,’ his father told Matt. The three Curtis’ were aware that this was the first public function attended by Matt since his return from Wyoming.
They needn’t have worried. No adverse reaction to Matt was displayed. Word had spread during recent weeks about Matt’s return. The local gossip was that he had emerged from exile as a reformed young man.
Matt’s closest friend of his boyhood days, Merv Higgs, arrived from Auckland to join the celebrations. Merv, soon to commence his last year at law school, had grown a beard and Matt scarcely recognised him when he arrived unannounced. But seconds later they were noisily downing a beer and whisky chaser excitedly catching up on their years of separation.
At 4:00 the next day Patricia finally went to sleep, content that her son had just safely arrived home. He was with Merv, and both men were very drunk. After lunch Merv set off to catch the ferry to Wellington and then to take the night express train to Auckland. His parting words to Matt were, ‘Don’t forget Matt, bricks and mortar. Goodbye Collier, goodbye Mrs Curtis.’
‘What a lovely young man,’ said Patricia. ‘It’s a pity he doesn’t live here any longer. What did he mean by bricks and mortar?’
‘Oh that,’ said Matt. ‘It’s the investment advice that the law firm he’s working for during the university recess is giving to its well-heeled clients. It’s their Number One investment recommendation.’
‘Well then, Matt, you’d better begin looking in the morning.’
But Matt had already been looking, for the past six months in fact, knowing that his legacy would soon be handed over to him. That afternoon he entered a contract in partnership with his father’s accountant, Alec Bishop, to buy the old Land & Grain Agency Building on the edge of Miranda.
The building was now used as a saddlery and an associated footwear repair business. The upper floor was disused. It was located in a prime position, a hop and jump off the town’s main street backing on to the river, but needed upgrading.
‘It’s ripe for redevelopment,’ Alec had told Matt. ‘I had an engineer look at it and he reported it’s structurally sound but needs a new roof and quite a lot of other overdue maintenance.
The accountant was pleased to take Matt in as a partner to own the building because the cost of the half-share of the purchase would leave Matt with a tidy sum to put towards his share of redevelopment costs.
CHAPTER 5
In Wyoming and finishing dinner with Milly and Ponto in her ranch house one wet evening, Cody waited until Ponto had wandered off to the back of the house. He then delivered some bad news.
‘I ran into Commissioner Lacy outside the courthouse this morning, you know, Martha’s uncle. Bad news, I’m afraid. Caitlin’s got pregnant to that banker fellow in Switzerland and they got married at a small ceremony as the insistence of his parents. Apparently Caitlin wasn’t feeling well and agreed to not having anyone there but immediate family. I know you were hoping to receive a wedding invitation from Lukas and Martha one day soon. It will be a real disappointment to you.’
Milly sat stunned. She then swallowed, and flicked a hand over the corner of her left eye. Rising to her feet she announced, ‘I’m going to check on the horses,’ and left without saying another word.
Cody, who only had a vague memory of Martha and had never met Caitlin, knew that Milly was hurt as she was always talking about the Bridger’s and he knew she was Caitlin’s godmother. She had been eagerly waiting for an invitation to the wedding.
* * *
Fifteen months after Matt returned from America, Collier ‘Fearless’ Curtis died aged sixty-five. Collier had been alone in the house, having returned from his weekly meeting with his farm manager. Over the years Faraway Farm had been sold down to become a mere 6300-acre sheep and cattle property
Finding the house empty, Collier went to the beach where he liked to wander about occasionally. He had only been there a short time when he collapsed and died. A guy walking his dog came across the body, awash by the turning tide. At first it
was thought Collier had drowned, but the post-mortem revealed that he had died of a massive heart attack.
It was a shock for Patricia, as her husband had shown no sign of illness and nor had he complained that day of not feeling well. Her grieving was brief as she was a very practical woman and had Matt to comfort her. It was the first time since he was a child that she had seen Matt weep, but he recovered well and remained close to her until after the funeral.
Patricia had always regarded Collier as her companion for life, even though she knew he had shared himself with other women throughout their years of marriage. Now he was gone, and she missed him more that she’d expected. She resolved to do everything within her power to make Matt a worthy successor to his father, establishing continuity of the Curtis dynasty based on Faraway Farm.
Patricia felt relieved that she no longer would have to act as Mayoress of Miranda, preferring to work for the community out of the limelight.
The day of the funeral dawned fine. When Matt brought a breakfast tray to his mother’s bedside she asked him to sit down and hear her out.
‘Your father is leaving you a considerable amount of money and all of his personal things,’ she told him. ‘A generous sum of money goes to Milly and then everything else goes to me. But tomorrow I want you to come with me to our lawyer. I will be instructing Bert Wheeler pending probate to prepare for the transfer everything in my name to you including this house, the farm, shares in the ski field and our investment property in Queenstown. All that I ask is that you allow me to continue to live in this house for as long as I wish and to divert a small amount of cash my way to cover living expenses and incidental expenditure.’
‘Mother!’ exclaimed Matt, utterly surprised. He had not called her that for many years. ‘You don’t have to do this.’
‘I know.’
‘But shouldn’t you wait until I turn twenty-five or even thirty, until I have that so-called maturity and have learned more about managing financial affairs?’
‘Matt, you are your father’s son. You may not be aware how much you have learned from him and I feel if you are not ready now to step into his shoes, you never will be. You are a quick learner, and have a very active mind, rather too active I have found at times. We have numerous advisers ready to take fees from us, so you won’t be running alone. As it has been written Matt seize the day!’
‘Well, if you are sure thank you, oh thank you mother, I’ll not let you down,’ said Matt, hugging his mother tightly, his emotions swirling.
Patricia could feel his pounding heart against her shoulder, and smiled contentedly. A new era for the Curtis family had begun. Matt would now be a farmer in his own right.
People began arriving in Miranda for Collier’s funeral. One of the first cables from overseas had been from Milly, who announced that she and Cody were flying out and hoped to arrive just in time for the service. Patricia received that news of the imminent arrival of her much younger sister-in-law with great pleasure but with a frown said, ‘Cody, is that a misprint? Should not that person be Pinto?’
‘No it definitely says Cody,’ replied Matt, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully.
‘Well then who is this Cody? Do we know him?’
‘No, you don’t but I do, met him at my farewell party. He’s an under sheriff, quite a bit younger than Milly and a bit flabby with a beer belly. He and Milly seemed to be getting along very well that evening. They had not seen each other for years. He left in ’44 to enlist and lived elsewhere after the war ended. He returned to Wyoming to take up his new job only a week or so before my farewell party.’
‘How strange?’ Patricia mused. ‘We’ve had letters from Milly since your return and she never mentioned him. Are they married?’
‘I’ve got no idea, I don’t even know if Milly is interested in having a man in her bed.’
‘Matt! There is no need to be coarse. We’ll just have to wait and see. I can’t understand why she would want to associate with a man again after what she went through.’
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Hi guys, this is the continuation of the series that I have planned. In the first part, you would have read how the lockdown benefits a young couple Rahul and Pooja as they give vent to their fantasies. Rahul and Pooja are married and are in their mid-twenties. Rahul is in the IT sector, in one of the reputed companies and works as a computer engineer in Pune. Rahul does not boast of a great physique, and actually is a guy as thin as a stick but this stick has a long dick of 8 inches. He is 5’7...
My son Mikal was born on a Planet called Torus. His has been an unusual childhood by my understanding of Earth standards. To start with, he’d not had parents as you may know of them. He had been one of my experiments. My name is Tory, and I’m amazed that Mikal has turned out so well. To date, all of mine and my mother, Torus-16’s, other experiments using human and Keltrian DNA have been abject failures. I am a Controller. My kind was created to look after Keltrian spacecraft and run their...
Olivia returned to Chicago as Max a few nights later. Mildred answered the door seeing this big handsome guy wearing a pair of old Dockers and a pale blue polo shirt. She noticed his bulging biceps as he stood at the door with a big grin on his face. She had bathed in water laced with perfumed beads and smelled very erotic. She had on a white satiny floor length gown that was cut low to reveal a vast amount of her cleavage with her nipples poking the flimsy garment. Her eyes lit up as she bid...
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Live Voyeur CamsMy girlfriend, Rita, Is one hell of a woman. She loves to fuck, suck, and whatever. But she is basically monogamous although I believe she might participate with others if the opportunity came along. I knew she was very hot and could get so hot she couldn't stop herself. She is very sexy, with great legs, 36 d breasts with huge nipples. She took a job as a secretary at a law firm after her divorce but didn't enjoy it so she went back to teaching high school. She got a job at a mostly black...
Laura sat through Dr. Adams's class as best she could, however she was very uncomfortable. The soap had continued to burn the delicate tissues of her sex, while it itched from her thighs down to her feet. She was desperate to wash the sticky mess off, but could do nothing until the end of class. Worse, the short vinyl skirt made it impossible for her to change position; she had to sit rigidly with her legs crossed to avoid flashing the class. Finally, the class ended before Laura went crazy...
I am working in a company which is having transferable job.This is a real story which i am writing for readers to enjoy and the real thing happens my senior was very busy person I use to visit his house in the same colony where I reside and generally I use to take dinner almost every day his wife who was very attractive with perfect figure with big boobs and solid structure and sharp features doesn’t look like the mother of two daughters Whenever I use to get a chance I would touch her but she...
The running trail where I do my daily jog is a gently winding track along the riverside that skirts the public golf course, detours through a couple of lightly wooded areas and otherwise keeps close to the river's edge. It's a scenic route that brings relief from the stress, noise and pollution of the nearby city. Pushing myself around the 3km circuit keeps my ageing body fit and trim beyond its years and ready for other physical activities far removed from the athletic arena. Mind you, there...
Straight SexDear Deidre, I am shocked, _shocked_ to hear that you are so knowlegable about men and anal stimulation. Not that you know so much, no. No, that you've held out on me for so long, that's the shocking thing. I'm sure you're right, though. The faintest little scratch with my fingernail gets him moaning. Maybe sometime right after I've broken one I'll file it all the way down and then suprise him with a little greased lightning. If he likes it I'll try your vibe suggestion. I'll tread...
I could barely walk with my sensitive dick rubbing against my underwear. It was worse peddling my bicycle home. Feeling so dirty Iwent inside took a shower and changed clothes. After dinner I went to bed. Laying there my thoughts went to Tom and what happened. I caught myself slipping my hand into my pajamas. My dick jumped as soon as I touched it. Trying to copy what Tom did, I pulled my dick out from my pajamas and slowly stroked my hand up and down. I came quickly with the thoughts of Tom's...
Introduction: wife and i go on a sexy walk ***********************************************our walk**************************** Recently my wife asked me if I jerk off, And I said yes, she then asked me what i thought about while doing it. I told her my many fantasies. She agreed to help me fullfil one. I got home from work last week, it was late, my wife told me to take a shower and put on the outfit she laid out in the spare bedroom for me. When I got out of shower i went into the backroom...
The ground was free of snow their first day out, but they started to see signs of a recent snowfall after their night stop near Nashville. By the time they got well into Indiana it was clear that the snowstorm had been a major dumper from the amount of snow piled along the road, although the roads were clear now and they weren't slowed down at all. It was getting dark by the time they got into Wychbold, where they'd agreed to spend the night so they wouldn't have to go to Amherst before...
Despite all my wife's denials about wanting a threesome or a lesbian encounter, I was sure that she really wanted a younger hard cock or a pussy to lick so I arranged for John and Laura to come round one evening. I didn't tell Felicity but after taking her for a nice meal and making sure that she had enough wine to get her to loosen up a bit I suggested that we indulge another of her fantasies. Stripping her down to just a pair of sheer to the waist tan pantyhose with the gusset cut out and...
As a young girl, I learned how good it felt to have a doggie licking me. It began one day as I was sitting on a curb licking my ice cream cone with my dog, Lassie. I was about 9 at the time and had on a very short little dress. As I sat there eating my ice cream, some of it dripped off my cone and fell between my legs. My short dress was way above my thighs, exposing my panty clad pussy as the ice cream dropped. I spread my little thighs as I looked down to see the sticky ice cream had landed...
Well, it had been over a week since the escapade with Pam and I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I was constantly looking at my phone, every time it rang I hoped that it was Pam, unfortunately it wasn’t. By the time the following week came around it had slipped from my mind, albeit with a sense of disappointment. My phone rang and it was Pam, she apologised for not ringing before and asked me if I fancied paying her a visit on Thursday. My heart was racing as I said yes! Pam told me to...
Once a year my wife and I celebrate our wedding anniversary with something wild. It fits with our history. We pick a thing to do and leave our wedding rings at home. Basically anything goes which satisfies our sexual needs and that freedom has kept us tight as a couple. We met at a frat party. I heard that a couple of bedrooms upstairs were where some “action” was. I sipped on my latest beer as I waited in the shortest line, hearing the bed thumping and other noises louder and louder as I got...
Hi readers! This is Rahul back again with another lusty story. Well, for my new readers, I am basically a 20 years old guy from Odisha. I am around 5ft 10in with a 6.5-inch dick of decent thickness. I have brown-tanned skin. This story is from one of my readers about how she lost her virginity. Let’s call her Pooja. So boys, grab your dicks and girls, dip your fingers in your pussy and enjoy the story. I will tell the story from Pooja’s perspective. Hello guys, I am Pooja. Let me describe...
I am Krishna from Bangalore an software engineer. I want to tell you a story of my first experience with my neighbor girl Devaki. This incident took place when I am in tenth class. Devaki’s family used to stay in next door to my home she was studying 7th class but her physics looks to be more than her age. Every morning I wake up at 6oclock and study on the top floor she wake up at 7 and used to water the rose plants she wore t-shirt and night pant at that time by seeing her I cant control my...
Hi dear friends, this is Vishnu again. Thanks for your response to my previous story. After that eventful Saturday, I couldn’t sleep that night and called up Raj at about 11 PM. We discussed for about 2 hours about how it all went and plan for the next meeting. As my roommates were away from town and would be returning only on Monday morning, I thought of calling up Raj to my place. The meeting time was fixed for 2 PM and I picked up Raj from the nearest landmark to my flat. On the way to my...
Gay MaleIt was going to be a chilly night. Very cold, even for April, in the bay area. DJ, Stephanie, Kimmie Gibbler, and DJ's boyfriend Steve were by themselves in the house. Jesse took Becky and the boys to visit family down in Los Angeles. Joey had an audition in Hollywood, and Danny took Michelle to a baseball game, like he had promised for her birthday. The three girls and Steve were planning to sit and watch movies, with 13-year-old Stephanie very excited that she got to hang out with the older...
For the Zilla Network My final year in high school was one of the worst years of my life. It seemed like I was always up to no good. I was always in trouble with my parents or with the law. I had stayed back one year, cause I had way to many cuts. Being 18 years old and in the twelfth grade wasn't fun at all. All of the people in knew had either dropped out completely or was in jail. Half way threw my senior year, my fucking parent decided to move up north to White Plains, New York, in...
Susan departed two days later, escorted by two Riflemen. Their farewell had been hard for both, each making the moment last as long as possible. It was a week after that Para, Hagar, Turin and Sultar unexpectedly entered his office one morning. David frowned seeing the officers. Subedar Major Para broke the silence, “Colonel Sahib, you command the 1st Khana Rifles is this not so?” David nodded. “Is it not also true that the men of the Khana Rifles are Ghurkhas, and that a Ghurkha is not a...
It's true. Jen has converted me into a total gym rat.It's been four months since my original conquest of my hot little sister-in-law. Through various bets and incentives, we've made love five more times. She is really playful in bed, and we have a great time. After ten years, I'm finally getting to know her. It's only since she lost the bike race that we've really talked a lot.On the other hand, we're spending less and less gym time together. I'm really working at building up some mass. I've...
From the gentle touch of your hands as your fingers caress my ears with palms clasping my chin. You tilt my head up as you bring your lips to the nape of my neck and kiss a line around and up to my chin, where you slowly press your wet lips firmly against mine. I feel your fingers run into my hair grasping as slowly your warm flesh slides into my mouth. I my part my lips and let your tongue in as our tongues entwine. Your body pushes firmly into mine, my hands glide down your shirt buttons and...
Im whats left of this 7 year old girl that was taught first hand on her 7th birthday how to take dick and like it from grown men. My daddy says just hold your breath if it stinks and that those are the fumes of passion. You see since I was a young c***d when my daddy started climbing on my back. I guess he was scared the first time but he made me feel it was right. Aint it a daddys job to teache his girls right from wrong he says..now its time he teach me to be a good wife. He told me this...
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Katy Murdoch is a 19 year old girl, with fair complexion, medium height, perfectly shaped tummy and ass, DD-sized tits, blonde hair, blue eyes and a perfect fantasy girl from all angles. Her mother Martha Murdoch, 38 years old, about the height of Katy, Flat tummy and round ass, DD size tits with a bit larger nipples, Blonde hair, Brown eyes and not a sign of flab on her body even at this age. Martha’s husband, John Murdoch, 42 years, 6’4...
THE THREE FACES OF EVAN - 2 by Throne The new arrangement went on for a few weeks. Evan was drawn more and more deeply into his Eve persona, being coaxed to act feminine all the time at home, wear panties even at work, and assume 'wifely' chores around the house. Tyra also insisted on plucking his eyebrows. She chided him for being silly when he resisted and said it would only be a conservative change. She thinned them and narrowed the outside ends. It wasn't a big difference...
There she was... everyday since I first saw here I've been coming into this place just in the hope that she would notice me. Everyday I'd walk up to the counter and order the coffee that I'd never drink. I'd make my way over to my usual table, waiting for her to come to me with the cup of hot black coffee. I'd taken my usual spot on the stool in the corner where she'd have to work her way carefully zig-zagging through the faceless masses and squeeze through lightly brushing her voluptuous firm...