Adele
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CHAPTER 1
Ralph de Clune stood waiting with his beautifully groomed wife Yvonne in the airport terminal looking at incoming passengers for Adele de Clune, sole survivor of her family Ralph’s brother James and wife and their two other children were killed in a helicopter crash.
Yvonne and Ralph had spent a day in London with Adele after the funeral but she refused to return to America with them. That was nine years ago when she was eighteen. Boston-born Adele who had dual citizenship joined the British Army as an officer cadet, and emerged as a qualified engineer with specialist training in military intelligence and field communications. She’d served in various hot spots, including Iraq and Afghanistan where she lost her hearing temporarily during a night mortar attack on her unit.
After being repatriated to England against her will, angry at army superiors assigning her to a desk role at a training facility, Adele had resigned her commission and left the army. She called Yvonne and was invited to live with them for a month or two while she looked for employment.
‘There she is,’ Yvonne called. ‘She’s waving to us. Oh god, she looks almost as old as I do.’
Aunt and uncle were shocked at the change in Adele’s appearance, from being a soft-faced carefree teenager to a hard-faced, suspicious-eyed woman who was wearing hiking boots, loose-fit denims, a military green t-shirt under her denim jacket and her blonde hair appeared cut by a lawnmower.
‘Oh darling, how lovely to see you again after all these years,’ Yvonne cooed.
‘Hello Auntie,’ Adele said, smiling lightly and holding out her hand to shake Yvonne’s.
Both Yvonne and Ralph ignored the outstretched hand and kissed their niece who didn’t appear displeased.
‘Daring, are you tired?’
‘No.’
‘Oh.’
Ralph asked, ‘Is this all the luggage you have?’
‘Most of my possessions are coming in an airfreight container and will be delivered to your home.’
‘Well done. Well you two women come on slowly and I’ll fetch the SUV to the passenger pick-up area. I’ll be five minutes.’
‘Thank you sir.’
‘Adele, please call me Ralph.’
‘Very well.’
‘And I’m Yvonne. You are a grown woman now. Oh it’s so lovely having you with us. You are the nearest we have to care for now. Alan a geologist is based in Western Australia and Brigit is a hospital deputy chief administrator in Ireland, but you knew that, you met in London a year ago.’
‘Thirteen months ago actually. She looked very beautiful.’
‘We visited her six months ago and tried to find where you were but it was Army hush-hush.’
‘Six months ago we were taking up our positions in Afghanistan.’
‘Oh and you won’t want to talk about that?’
‘No.’
‘Darling, tell me not to interfere if you don’t like this but may I assist in converting you back into being feminine?’
‘I’d love that Yvonne. Frankly I feel too apprehensive to start. It’s something I haven’t been trained to do. I anticipate it will take me out of my comfort zone and so we must proceed without haste. Here we are and here comes Ralph. Oh, you have a Range Rover Sport. I thought you’d be driving American?’
‘Ralph has developed a thing about them.’
As they were driving away Yvonne said, ‘Adele was surprised we have a Range Rover.’
‘Yes, our hire vehicle in Ireland was a Land Rover. There were things about it that appealed to me as I like going off-road and then I found there was this luxury version. Have you owned a Land Rover?’
‘No, but my personal transport in Iraq and Afghanistan were military versions.’
‘Yes, of course. We don’t have a machine-gun on this baby,’ he laughed and that went unanswered.
‘That wasn’t funny,’ Yvonne admonished and Ralph apologized but Adele didn’t acknowledge that.
After a while Ralph asked, ‘Will you come out hunting with me?’
‘Shooting what?’
‘Deer.’
‘Yes, I’d like that.’
‘God I couldn’t do that,’ Yvonne said. ‘It’s too bloodthirsty for me.’ She was then shocked by the comment from the back seat.
‘Toughen up Yvonne and you’ll be surprised what you can do.’
Next day Yvonne took Adele to her hairdresser. The usually charming Annette threw her hands up and almost cried, saying, ‘I’m not touching this.’
‘Bitch, I wouldn’t want you touching my hair,’ Adele said, standing up and scowling.
Annette ran off crying.
The owner Michelle Black came down from the mezzanine floor to find out what was going on and smiled when Yvonne explained. Come up to my office dear and let me have a look at you. There’s nothing to fuss about.’
Michelle sat Adele on her office chair and made the assessment. ‘Right, here’s what you do. All you need to do for the next month is to wash and condition you hair every second day and let the hair grow. And every morning and every night you brush it lightly 200 times. I suggest you allow Yvonne to do some of the brushing, that will help you to accept that it’s worth caring about your hair. It will allow Yvonne to clip hair back and brush it in layers. I’ll give you a soft brush Adele and for this next month I want you to only use that brush and no comb. Your hair needs to adapt to this extra and different attention.’
‘To be retrained?’
‘Yes, exactly. Good girl.’
‘I’m not a girl.’
‘That is a term used as an endearment by an older woman Adele.’
‘Oh. Please make allowances for me.’
‘Certainly. You have an English accent. Care to tell me how your hair has suffered what appears to be years of neglect?’
As Michelle poured coffee for the three of them Adele explained how she’d had a traumatic experience of being thrown clear of the helicopter on impact, seconds before it exploded, killing her family. It had clipped a tree coming into land on the family estate.
‘I suffered psychologically for a few weeks but that cleared. I sold the estate because I could never go on to that property again and then I seemed to have nothing left, although my grandparents were very good to me. Yvonne had urged me to come back home and live with them but I did not feel I was ready for that. So I joined the army. I had this urge to put wrongs right, if you can understand that. I’d seen myself leading a unit into an occupied village and sending the rebels on the run or killing them and freeing the villagers. But during pre-training before entering what your guys would call a military academy I was psychologically tested and underwent other tests and it was suggested my ideal vocation was engineering and although the focus would be on assault and defensive engineering my degree would be in civil engineering in civilian life. So I went with the flow. I was involved with 95% men so I found it best to stop being a pretty blonde and become one of the guys. I had a less complicated life than the females in our units who maintained their feminine style.’
‘Oh god, you poor darling,’ Michelle said in a matter-of-fact tone and shaking her head at Yvonne who was weeping. ‘That’s all behind you. I trained as a beautician before I specialized in hairdressing. Would you like me to become your beauty adviser?’
‘Yes please Michelle. I have plenty of money, heaps of it.’
‘I don’t wish to be paid Adele. I don’t have children so will act as your older sister if you’ll allow that.’
‘Yes, I’d like that. I’ll write out a check for $500 to cover product.’
‘That’s an excellent idea. If you can do this I suggest you call in around this time every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I aim to work on you, head to toe.’
Adele laughed. ‘Does that include trimming my bush?’
‘We’ll discuss the options when we get down that far. But first your face and hands need my total attention. Your skin has aged but I’ll get you to a specialist for skin therapy possibly involving micro-dermabrasion treatment or
even chemical skin peeling. You then choose what you favor. It could cost several thousand dollars for on-going consultation and treatments.’
‘No problem. If it’s not a waste of money I’ll buy in.’
As Yvonne and Adele drove off in Yvonne’s Infinity G37 Yvonne said, ‘I couldn’t help noticing you seemed to relate easier to Michelle than you do to me.’
‘Do you really want me to answer that?’
‘Yes of course.’
‘She is a little laidback and talks to me in an easy manner. You heard her giving me options rather than leading me, although she was definite at times. But she wasn’t overly sympathetic or judgmental or cloying. How can I put it? Ah, she treated me like one of her pals.’
‘So you don’t want an aunt-niece relationship?’
‘I thought you indicated that when you invited me to call you Yvonne?’
‘Oh god, it’s I don’t know how to behave with you, isn’t it?’
‘Could be. Stop and let me drive.’
‘Oh Adele… this is an expensive new car and… Damn, I’m doing it again, aren’t I?’
Yvonne stopped and they changed seats. Adele drove off and within a minute Yvonne said, ‘You are a much better driver than I am?’
‘Yes but you’re fine. I have no problem being driven by you. I just wanted to feel what this baby felt like to drive. It’s better than expected though the gearshift is a tad disappointing, not as smooth as I expected. The interior is great and I love the real sports car seating positions. It’s probably over-powered for you but then again it gives you a sexy image.’
‘Sexy — me?’
‘You have the money… you can be anything you want to be Yvonne. Let’s go to a bar for a drink and chat.’
‘A bar? I never… Oh. Yes and think about picking up a couple of guys.’
‘Not this early in the day Yvonne. They’ll only be bums. Anyway I don’t want you to up-tempo too radically. Ralph mightn’t like it and remember he has to adjust.’
* * * On Saturday morning over breakfast Ralph invited Adele to his golf club if she were interested. She’d said she played competitively but her handicap had run out. ‘Yeah, it sounds fun. It’s too windy for shopping.’
There was no wind so Ralph laughed, thinking that was a joke and Adele smiled back at him. Yvonne said Adele wanted to be treated like a pal, not as a niece, and that obviously applied to him. Ralph had seen this brushing thing going at evenings and Yvonne had said they also did it in the mornings after he’d left for work, the idea being to allow Adele’s hair to grow and be groomed back into good shape and for her to relearn to love her hair.
‘Love her hair. What kind of goofy women’s talk is that?’ The man with his hair receding at the temples let the withering return look pass without comment, knowing his wife would regard that as ‘ungentlemanly comment’. God she was so uptight at times.
Looking at Adele he said, ‘I’ll book in from 10:30. It’s men only until then.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yeah, and I want you wearing a tight short skirt so I can see your ass move.’
Adele grinned and Yvonne said, ‘Ralph, that is a disgusting comment. Apologize.’
‘No it’s fine Yvonne. I’ve spent nine years in a male-dominated community. I know how the male mind works. If Ralph was prepared to say that in front of you it’s nothing more than bravado. You could think it’s your ass he should be interested in watching move but he’d denied that because of your choice of clothes.’
‘My choice of clothes? Young woman, the clothes I wear are expensive high fashion.’
‘Yeah, for older women bent on playing the role of grandma. I must take you shopping.’
‘Adele, how can you say this to me?’
‘Was I disgusting?’
‘No.’
‘Was I rude?’
‘Um, not really.’
‘Did I make you feel uncomfortable?’
‘Yes, you did, and coming close to being rude.’
‘Well then, you’ve just had an enlightening social experience.’
‘A what?’
‘You feel as if you are being tipped out of your comfort zone. Take care that I don’t push you into becoming a fashion leader for your age group Yvonne, pulling you out of the pack.’
‘I-I don’t understand. That sounds alarming. I’d feel isolated.’
‘I’ll to attempt to shoe-horn you out of the pack reasonably gradually.’
Ralph yawned and said, ‘Do you women really know what you’re talking about?’
‘Back off Ralph. Adele is attempting to make me think.’
Five minutes later Ralph returned and said, ‘We have a tee-off time of 1:47 with Noel Hill and his son. Noel is my age so we must assume the son is your age. You may end up with a date.’
‘Just being competitive in a good game of golf will suffice thank you.’
‘Oh dear, just how British can you be?’ Ralph sighed. ‘Well now turn American and put on a tight-ass skirt. Your ass will be our secret weapon.’
Adele said sarcastically, ‘And a tight sweater and bra too small for me?’
‘No, a sports bra and a loose shirt. We want to win this baby.’
‘Careful Ralph. You’ll give me the impression you have developed strategic thinking.’
He grinned and said for an Englishwoman she had a cutting humor.
‘Let me know if I get too subtle for you Ralph.’
He looked at her blankly.
Noel Hill, dressed in white including his cap, looked appreciatively at Adele and made no secret of what he was thinking. ‘Wow.’
‘Thank you Mr Hill.’
‘Call me Noel, please. They signed Adele in and she said he handicap was out of date. ‘I’ll play off scratch.’
The starter grinned and said she meant thirty-six didn’t she and then looking at her physique said, ‘Or perhaps you mean twenty?’
‘No I have played off six or under from six months after starting golf when I was sixteen. Could I play off the men’s tees please?’
‘No ma’am, sorry but…’
Noel, recovering from the shock of hearing Adele was a classy golfer said, ‘Fred, sign a bit of paper giving Adele de Clune authority to play off the men’s tee and date and sign it. I’ll show it to anyone who complains.’
They returned to their carts and a square shouldered guy with long blond hair packing away bottles of beer into the cooler bin turned, looked at Adele and gaped, dropping a bottle. She leaped forward and caught it inches off the pavement. ‘Hot-doggity. You’re quick.’
‘Thank you. Are you Noel’s son?’
‘Yeah, I’m Kerry Hill.’
‘I’m Adele.’
‘Hi, you look like you can beat the cover off a ball.’
‘I get by.’
‘Let us two play the old guys. Dad plays a mean game and has been club intermediate champion about five times over fifteen years and Ralphie is almost as consistent. They both play off fourteen and I’m steady on eight.’
‘That will be unfair to them. I can play pretty well although it’s almost six months since I last played.’
‘No it’s okay,’ Kerry said. ‘They’ll take the bait.’
Kerry sauntered up to the two men. ‘Do you two geriatrics want to play against us?’
‘Geriatrics? Okay asshole. The losers pay twenty bucks each.’
‘Is that okay for you Adele?’
‘Squeeze them for fifty,’ she whispered.
‘Are you sure?’
‘Hell yes. No way am I going to throw away fifty.’
The match was more or less over from the first hole. The older guys grinned and said ladies first. It was an easy starting hole, very straight. The pin 263 yards away, downhill with a light wind behind them and the fairway was cut short and appeared to be hard.
Adele took a 3 iron, hitting it high and straight and it soared like a bird. Her wedge stopped five yards short. She sank the putt for a birdie. Noel made par and the other two had bogeys. After that the men, looking at Adele’s ass as she swayed it, getting herself settled to made her tee-shot, had trouble with their concentration on their tee-shots and even some of their fairway shots after watching Adele play. But the real killer was she was so accu
rate she had only 27 putts in her round. Next best was Kerry with 33 putts.
Ralph and Noel took their defeat philosophically, Ralph saying that Kerry had beaten them both off the stick.
Over a light meal Noel said, ‘Adele, I think I have a way of winning back our loss from other people. Are you willing to help out?’
‘Providing it’s not prostitution or illegal yes.’
Noel roared with laughter and later in the bar when most of the golfers had come it he began talking loudly about the hotshot woman he’d played against.
‘She was consistently hitting 230 yards drives.’
‘A woman?’ said someone and the controversy started. When everyone in the discussion was suitably fired up Noel said, ‘Look, there she is with Ralph de Clune. She’s his niece. Anyone interested in putting money up against me that Adele will hit two of six balls over 250 yards down the driving range and keep them on the fairway?’
There wasn’t much interest, about $120 was offered. Noel licked his lips, ‘Oh guys, I’m recasting all bets. I’m rash enough to offer odds of five to one that Adele will hit three or more of the six balls over the 250-yard mark and stay on the fairway.’
The money rolled in and the club’s senior pro agreed to measure the distances.
The club secretary announced the bets had closed with $685 paid in.
Noel came up to Adele grinning. ‘Are you confident?’
‘Well I suppose so. I have been drinking but it’s low alcohol wine. Noel, if I don’t do it this will cost you a lot of money.’
‘Don’t put yourself under pressure darling. I can afford it and I have confidence in you. You hit straight playing eighteen holes earlier so why would you not hit straight now?’ ‘So you won’t be mad at me if I fail?’
‘Of course not. This is just a bit of fun.’
Adele went to the pro shop and came back with a women’s 50-inch shaft Big Bertha.
The bar virtually emptied as everyone went to the driving range. Noel acted as master of ceremonies and gave the pro his cell phone number. A club member drove the pro beyond the 250-yard mark in the golf range quad bike that had a cage built over it so balls could be collected without placing the driver in danger.
Noel introduced Adele to everyone and pleaded for quiet once she began her preparation.
A big cheer sounded as she drove the first ball straight and true. The pro used his laser rangefinder back from the 250 marker and called Noel each time a shot was played. The yardages were 241, 266, 262, disqualified (in the rough) and 288.
Everyone clapped but Adele said, ‘Now for the big one.’
Everyone hushed. She played the shot very much like the others although she bent her back more and swung through the little faster. Everyone cheered as it went straight and true and beyond the vehicle carrying the pro and his driver.
The pro called back and Noel relayed the message. ‘Stupendous, 322-yards.’
Two guys hoisted Adele on their shoulders and carried her back to the bar. It was very much like a victory parade.
Inside Noel gave the club secretary $3000 of his winnings to donate towards junior golf, placed $200 on the bar for drinks for everyone and gave Adele $200 and said he’d keep the remainder. Adele donated her prize to junior golf so Noel grinned and handed his $25 across to the beaming secretary.
Eventually it was agreed they should go. Walking to the parking lot Adele asked Kerry did he have a girlfriend.
‘Until last week when she dumped me because her old boyfriend is back from overseas.’
‘Would you like to hang around me? I have no one.’
‘Yeah,’ Kerry said, concealing his surprise. ‘Great idea. I’ll pick you up at noon tomorrow. Mom often entertains on a Sunday and tomorrow we’re having a pool party — mixed with parents her age and some younger women around my age from where she works. She’s trying to pair me off.’
‘So swimsuit and smart casual lounge gear?’
‘Yeah, people will dress up. Mom’s an assistant district attorney.’
‘Oh my, and what does your father do?’
‘He owns Irongate Security Services, Inc. I’m operations manager.’
‘So you guys catch them and your mom sends them to jail?’
‘Something like that,’ Kerry grinned. ‘Actually it’s happened a few times. What do you do?’
‘Nothing but I’m looking.’
‘Want to come to work for us? If you are fast and accurate word processing we do have someone we could shift into accounts to make way for you or is you are a good driver I could put you on small business payroll deliveries. Your partner would actually carry the money inside so you wouldn’t feel exposed once he left the cab because you’d be automatically locked in behind bullet resistant glass.’
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Lucy was thrilled to be offered a place at Carbeach University for a media studies course. It was a two year course and was far enough away from home to mean she would have to stay in the Halls of Residence. The University student accommodation wasn't the normal big blocks with students all crammed into dormitories, but individual houses each taking ten students.Lucy was being shown around her new home by the senior student liaison officer, a dishy looking postgraduate student called Mike. He...
SpankingHi to all the wonderful,hot and sexy ladies out there. Coming to my introduction.Myself Gagan Gowda,22 years of age,doing my undergrad from a reputed college in Bengaluru. I live in an apartment in central part of Bengaluru. Both my parents are working,so I enjoy my time when I am alone in various ways (you know what I mean). Well, I am well built. I hit the gym regularly. I am a fitness freak. I have a medium sized dick, enough to satisfy many of the ladies out there. I want to enjoy my life...
Hi friends,I m Kunal, 31 yrs old married guy from Bhubaneswar.I m a banker.My parents live in another town,where my father is a class-II govt.officer.I have been married for 2 years & my married life was fantastic.My wife Renu is really a beautiful woman & always ready for my desire. This unexpected incident happened only 6 months back.Renu was pregnant & she was at her father’s place.One day my parents visited me.I requested my mom to stay back with me for a couple of days as a gesture of...
IncestAfter breakfast, Weena and Maddy got busy in the kitchen. Maddy peeled and boiled potatoes in preparation for potato salad. Weena peppered the steaks on one side and rubbed the lamb with some secret mixture. She put the yabbies in salted water to clean. "Actually, these aren't 'yabbies.' In Queensland, yabbies are burrowing crayfish. And the ones in the open water are ghost shrimp," I remarked to Charlie. "But I'm not sure what these are. They're like what they call 'tiger shrimp'...
Losing my temper was a very unusual occurrence, and for me to lose it completely unbelievable. When Wendy told me I was incredulous with rage, screaming at her selfish thoughtless bitch. Then without warning I grabbed her by the shoulders shaking her, it happened so quickly before either of us new or had time to think minds full with our joint anger and disappointment. Wendy was across my knee panties down round her ankles her ass cheeks glowing red under my heavy hand, I was spanking Wendy’s...
Sono nel bel mezzo della foresta amazzonica,impegnato in una missione per ritrovare un'antico tempio che secondo i miei studi dovrebbe trovarsi nel mezzo della giungla.Il viaggio fino a ora è andato bene,senza particolari problemi dovuti alla fauna non proprio ospitale o ad altro quando raggiungo la foce di un fiume. Guardo la mia mappa e mi rivolgo alla guida indicando la direzione in cui voglio proseguire ma l'uomo mi guarda con gli occhi spalancati scuotendo la testa. Gli chiedo:"Cosa...
Heres a story about a girl, who took a bite of the forbidden fruit; the Black kind of fruitAmy is a small cute blonde. She is 26 years old. She works as a paralegal at a very successful law firm. She is just five feet tall. She had nice pert B cup breasts, a narrow waist and just the right width to her ass. She is just petite. She doesn't have any c***dren. The decided to wait and they just never got around to it. She can't take the pill so she and her husband use condoms.She is happily married...
"She's here," Leo said in a respectful tone. Crius grunted, and slowly rose from the chair in his tiny but comfortable study. His new accommodations, a single story house with two bedrooms, were smaller than what he was used to, but still better than what the Olympians had provided him with. He entered the living room, and waited for a woman in her early 60's to get out of the car. She walked slowly, with a limp, as she made her way up the entranceway. Leo ushered her inside,...
Shit. Damascus. Seriously? Damascus? I let myself be talked into going to Damascus? Easy, my boss said. A nice city, actually, he said. Very interesting sites. Fascinating history. Take your wife with you, the company will pay for everything. This will be perfect to re-connect with your wife after too many business trips. We desperately need this project, he said. You´re the best man to get it done. You won´t regret it. Yeah, yeah, the usual stuff that led me to visit Jordan, Egypt, Turkey...
It was the early 90s; I was taking a full load in college and working full time. At nineteen I was making good money, going to school, and just married my high school sweetheart. I know it was too young, but it was 90's and I thought the only way out of my parent's house was to get married. We were married for a year now and, at twenty, we had a nice two bedroom, spacious, corner apartment on the second floor of an apartment duplex. My wife, Carol, was 5'4", 115lbs, short brown hair, blue eyes,...
Mona Lindley, 29, single, international sales manager, travels a lot. She doesn't like men too much, despises kissing, is disgusted by touching dicks and hates warm sperm trickling down her thighs. But she uses men for her sexual satisfaction, and should there be none around her at the moment, she endulges always in her own erotic fantasies! The golden sun sinks tired into the soft bed of clouds and the veil of the night draws over it to keep him warm. The contant vibration and the numbing hum...
It was Monday morning and I was waiting in line to register for school. I had my list of classes and the biggest check I'd ever written. I looked over my schedule: Drawing I, 2D Design, Color Theory, Survey of Western Art I, and English Composition. I got a funny feeling I was going to be a busy boy in a few weeks. When I got home Beth was looking at my schedule. "Tommy, are you superstitious?" "Not particularly, why?" "Because your Drawing instructor is a Mr. Adams." I looked over...
My Saturday started off with nothing to do. I was in that awkward stage right after my divorce, at a high risk for a train-wreck rebound relationship, and determined not to plunge into one. Relationships aside, after having spent the entire eight-month divorce process dateless, my backlogged carnal needs had reached legendary proportions. My first stop for the day was the gas station near my house, and my reason for preferring it was in rare form today. My gas station is right next to a gym,...
I went to college in western Ohio but was raised in Pennsylvania; about 300 miles away. For Thanksgiving, I decided to go home by bus. Late November can be cold and it was with snowing. As the bus traveled east, the snow became heavier and heavier. We had a scheduled stop in Columbus at the Greyhound station. The bus stopped and the announcement said we would be staying in Columbus until the snow lessened. I went to the snack bar and was pleased to find beer was available. I ordered a pint and...
DISCLAIMER: All characters are fictional, no relation to anyone living or dead, all are 18 or older. If you do not like sexually oriented material, LEAVE NOW.'Wanna cum in rubbers?' Cobb moaned, nearing orgasm inside Bess's hot cunt.'No... I'm too close, gonna cum in your ass, sweetheart!' Brian shuddered. Cobb reached back and got a death grip on Brian's balls as Brian grabbed his, then the two of them cumming in hot, flowing spurts. Bess gurgled and flooded Cobb's groin with her wild...
Lex and I were out to dinner at our favorite steak house. Lex hates to cook and by the end of a long day of talking on the phone, meeting after meeting, and paperwork there is no way that I want to go home and cook a meal. We were sitting in our corner, a booth that is usually waiting for us because we go in here so much. We were wrapping up and I was just about to pay the bill when from across the room I hear my name yelled out… “Matthew, Matthew from Westchester High, is that you.” I looked...
Dan and Wendy were so far unsuccessful in finding Karen. It was now 10 pm, and no one had seen her or her car. The others were running out of places to look, deciding to go and wait back at their house for midnight to arrive. Cathy, feeling very tired, lightly rubbed her little bump. She tried to get some sleep as the others waited restlessly for any word about Karen. She loved her husband Ben very much and was excited about having another baby, but her erotic, incestual thoughts that her...
I work at a d**g store during the summer to make some coin before the school year. I was at the tail end of my shift and couldn't wait to go home and kickstart my weekend. As I was leaving the store to head home I hear a woman's voice calling me. I turn around and this middle aged woman was standing there with a cart full of groceries. She asked for my help loading them in the car, and I obliged. She had a lot of stuff in her car and we barely fit everything in, but some organizing and re...
I don't gamble but my sister was holding a surprise birthday party for her husband so, well, you know, it's family so there I was at the Bellagio in Vegas. The day I arrived, the temperature outside could have been hotter, but only if I had been Joan of Arc.I understood why the location of Las Vegas had been a developer's dream. The searing heat keep people inside and that means in the casinos. That's where I was hiding out when my name was being called. It wasn't on the intercom. It was a...
Straight SexIt was late Friday night and my boyfriend Bobby was driving me home. I'd had such a wonderful time that night. We'd gone to our High School's football game and then Bobby took me to Bob's big boy for food afterwards. While we were at Bob's, I went to the ladies room, and, on a whim, I took off my little white panties. When I got back to the table I wondered what Bobby would think if he knew that my pussy was bare beneath my skirt. We rode along in Bobby's dad's Impala and I was...
??????????? She knows she?s brooding.? She just can?t seem to shake the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that something is off inside her, something is wrong, the feeling that she can?t find her center.? She knows the event that triggered this feeling in her, the vicious argument she?d had with her lover over two weeks ago, has been forgiven and is long since past.? Consciously, she knows it, but she can?t let it go.? All she feels is the pervasive sense of wrongness that hasn?t...
We will leave Villefort on the road to Paris, travelling--thanks to trebled fees--with all speed, and passing through two or three apartments, enter at the Tuileries the little room with the arched window, so well known as having been the favorite closet of Napoleon and Louis XVIII., and now of Louis Philippe. There, seated before a walnut table he had brought with him from Hartwell, and to which, from one of those fancies not uncommon to great people, he was particularly attached, the king,...
I decided to do some work from my home office on this day. Again my mind wanders into Dad perv mode and I decide to go up to the scene of the crime- Cora's bedroom. I sit on the bed looking around the room and start rubbing my cock getting hard. I unzip my pants and take it out and start jacking off sitting on Cora's bed. Quickly I can feel my cock growing tightening my pants, I unzip and ease my dick out. It's is super hard and I grip it with enough pressure to stroke my foreskin moving it...
“Well, it cannot be that bad,” she trailed off. “Or it’s a matter of your sister grinding your bones without you willing to admit it? Lacy is not a burden to you, is she?” she inquired with raised eyebrows. “No, the Au Pair is accompanying her down here,” I stated with a frown. “Ohhh,” she laughed, “and you are warned not to shag her,” she continued, laughing even more. “Nope, I am not supposed to try my luck apparently. Moreover, I was informed she is gay.” Kate just smiled…. I noticed...
Straight SexFrom the time I have shifted to the new apartment, I have noticed Sunita, who is our neighbour. She stays with her husband and kids right opposite to my flat where I live with my wife and kids. Sunita has very long hair which she coloured with mild blonde colour. Her long hair shines so beautifully in the light. Maybe because my neighbour is from Coorg, she is very fair, slim and a bit short (close to 5’2″). My neighbour has a nice figure and slender waist. And because of her slim figure, her...
Hi, this is Shriram this happened when i was xx year old. I am 19 year old now and my tool is still developing and now it is 14 cm pretty small but I am happy with it.Here comes my heroine teacher her name is Vinitha she is very beautiful with large boobs good buttocks and nice hips.I love her i had crush on her but did not have any sexual fantasies but all the boys in my school used to masturbate thinking of her.Mrs Vinitha is already married and has a daughter of exactly my age. She was very...
It began as a Birthday party for a 15 year old girl. In Latin America, that party is known as a Quince, somewhat similar to a Sweet 16 right of passage, only a year earlier, perhaps because Latin girls feel they mature a bit earlier. It was a somewhat formal event. The girls were mostly between 14 and 16, and were dressed in evening party dresses. Most were low cut, in order to reveal whatever cleavage the girl had; and were tight in order to show the girls waists, asses, and legs. The boys...
Thomas Evergreen sat alone in his little corner of the world. He lived on a hundred acres of land, uninhabited except for him. He was an only child, never married, and never had any children. His parents had passed away years ago and he had no other relatives, except for a few distant ones that he shunned. They were only after his parent’s wealth after all. The mansion and property were worth millions upon millions to the right buyer or inheritor. At 42 years old, Tom wasn’t likely to have...
It doesn't seem like much when we arrive, just an unassuming building with stairs going down into a basement. Security guards are on the doors, checking everyone is abiding with the dress code. This is a safe place and signs with rules on are everywhere to help maintain that safety. I see people walking around wearing the initials 'DM' on an armband, and Chaz explains to me that these are dungeon monitors. They are employed to maintain the safety of everyone, which puts me at ease.She takes...
HardcoreIntroduction: The Beginings of a sex kitten This is my first story so I thought Id start at the very beginning, my first orgasm when I was in the First grade. All of my stories are my real sexual experiences. I was six years old living in a nice suburb of Southern California. Im of Mexican, Spanish and Native American decent. Which resulted in dark straight brown hair, almost black, olive skin and almond exotic looking brown eyes. I had long hair down to my waist and straight cut bangs. One of...
I had never gotten laid on a referral before. I had been fucking Shelley for a few weeks when she made up with her husband. I'm not exactly sure what was going on. He was living a few hours north, she was living here with her mom. He and his sister came down to visit; they got really high and apparently had some awesome make up sex. So what were they to do with 19 year old Rachael? Shelley called me up, told me her predicament, and told me to come pick Rachael up and show her a good time. I...
For those looking to explore the idea of cuckoldry, look no further. Our newest concept, titled “cuckqueen,” is all about the age-old fetish of cuckolding. Only this time, the roles have been reversed. In this episode, Marcus London has been seeing Karma RX after his wife, Erin Everheart, cannot please him sexually. His solution is to bring Karma into their marriage and teach Erin how she should be acting. Erin is bound and forced to watch Marcus fuck another woman. Then, it’s her turn to see...
xmoviesforyouIngrid turned the car out of the drop-off area at U.S. Departures and drove slowly around the ramp to the eastbound road leading away from the terminal. Steve had called her that morning at ten, as he had promised. She was up, but walking very gingerly. Her inner thigh muscles were stiff and sore, just as Steve had predicted. She had lounged in the bath last night until she felt herself falling asleep. She got out, drained the tub, dried herself, slipped on a long t-shirt nightgown and...