The Kinky Birthday Surprise Phase 2
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Chapter 1 Meeting the distribution committee
I’m Brian Driver, age thirty, the owner of several small businesses and real estate in a small upper state New York town. I’ve never been married, but I am the father of two children. Mary, the children’s grandmother, lives with us.
I’ve been estranged from my family since I arrived here, nearly eight years ago. I left home because of a girl. She jilted me. My parents never forgave me for abandoning them, and when I disappointed them by fathering a child out of wedlock, they tried to turn my siblings against me.
Until last night, when my mom called with an assignment for me, I hadn’t stopped to think how important my family is to me. I couldn’t turn her down, she gave the orders and I agreed to follow them. I’m sure that one day we will have a good laugh about the absurdity of that conversation. She was so focused on giving me my instructions that she didn’t ask about her grandson or if I was well.
I didn’t have a chance to tell her that since I’ve been here, I’ve worked my ass off providing for my family, loved one woman, and have earned some recognition in the community I now call my home. Had she inquired, I would have confessed that I’ve done some things that I’m not proud of.
It’s dark at this time of day…four AM, a good time to reflect on where I’ve been and where I’m heading.
Where I’ve been is thirty years of growing up, going to school, falling in love with someone who said she loved me, but didn’t, moving east, gaining employment, and meeting neighbors who would take me in and make me a member of their family.
At the center of the people that I counted as my family, was Margaret (Peggy) Mendon Stover, a widow, who for six years, kept me centered, grounded, and anxious to please her.
Another person that gave me reason to get up every morning was Peggy’s daughter. Amanda and I connected from the first moment we met, and I would have remained loyal to her even if her mother had rejected me. Fortunately, Peggy not only accepted me, she became my lover, business partner, and she bore me a son. She also permitted me to adopt Amanda, which bound us together for life. Even if her mother would not consent to marriage, Amanda and I shared a special bond.
Peggy was ambitious, and for six years, we prospered. Through her stewardship, our small company grew, making members of our community take notice.
That’s not to say that our lives were without strife. Time after time, we experienced death among family and acquaintances. Each time death struck someone down, it became my responsibility to try to explain it to Amanda. Because of our special bond, she accepted what I told her, but the deaths took their toll on her. Amanda became old before her time.
The reason for Peggy’s sudden death was impossible for me to explain, and Amanda discovered that I was not the authority she’d always held me up to be. There was the same level of trust between us, but Amanda changed. She became my confidant, my advisor, taking on more responsibility than an eight-year-old should have to bear.
Peggy not only left me with two children to raise, something I was capable of doing, she left me with a complicated group of companies to run, something I was ill-equipped to oversee.
Eventually, through trial and error, and with the help of friends, I was able to get things under control. There was nothing magical about the way it happened. I did some things that I was not proud of. I also got lucky, making friends with one of my advisors. In addition to Henrietta, I received advice from my dead wife, Amanda, and Marian, a young woman who is positioning herself to become my wife.
As I accept the temporary assignment that my parents have bestowed on me, I’m leaving the company in good hands. John Larkin is young, but everything is in place for him to be successful. I have full confidence in his ability and decision making skills. My bookkeeper, Mrs. Nelson, will keep me informed on every facet of the business.
What lies ahead? My instructions are to get everything that my father has coming to him from an aunt, that until last night, I’d never heard of before. Aunt Elsie was preceded in death by Uncle Mackey Peoples, her husband of over a half century. That’s all I was told about the two elderly people I was suddenly referring to as Aunt Elsie and Uncle Mackey.
Shouldn’t I have been told more? As I drove the last fifty miles, I wondered if Aunt Elsie resembled my father. What did Uncle Mackey look like? What did he do for a living? Had either of them done anything to impact mankind? Was there money involved in the estate? If so, how much money was there? And finally, what had I let my parents get me involved in?
The mortuary was not easy to find, and after getting directions, I arrived late. I was told that the service had been short, and burial was already in progress. I drove to the cemetery as quickly as possible, and saw people getting into their cars.
On the hillside, there was a bright green canopy, with a few mourners sitting on folding chairs. That’s when I realized that I was not dressed properly. It had been my intention to change into my suit before entering the service, but circumstances being what they were, I was still wearing the short pants, a short-sleeved shirt with the tail hanging outside of my pants, and sneakers. Anxious to join the mourners, I got out of my truck, and sauntered up the hill.
As I climbed the hill, I noticed there was a breeze that was ruffling the fringe on the canopy. In the distance, the sea was splashing against the rocks, causing white foam to linger until the next wave broke it up. If it hadn’t been for the glum expressions on the mourners’ faces, the landscape would have been quite pleasant.
The mourners were wearing dark clothes. One of them, hat in hand, obviously a man of God, stepped out to greet me. I was forming an apology for the way I was dressed when he stopped me.
‘You must be Mr. Driver. I’m Stewart Martin, the Peoples’ Attorney. If you will furnish two forms of identification to my assistant, you may be seated for the reading of the will. Ms. Whitney, will you record Mr. Driver’s information?’
I glanced below, noting how another wave was making the white foam break up. My mind was blank, but if I’d had a thought, I would have welcomed the interruption. Her voice was that soothing. Ms. Whitney was also quite lovely.
‘Mr. Driver, do you have two forms of identification?’
I produced my driver’s license, and watched her record the information. I saw that she was wearing a black outfit. The jacket had a single button, and the skirt had two slits that exposed dark stockings. Her blouse was lavender, with frills at the bust line. My eyes were fixed on her lips when she looked at my picture, and verified that I was a match before handing my license back.
‘Mr. Driver, do you have another form of identification?’
‘I don’t know,’ I said, searching my wallet.
I heard Mr. Martin tell the group that I was representing my father, Raymond Driver, Elsie Peoples’ nephew. ‘He’s driven a long distance on very short notice,’ the attorney added, to explain the reason I was dressed casually.
I offered Ms. Whitney a business card. In addition to proclaiming that Brian Driver was the president of Driver Markets, Incorporated, it gave the street address, e-mail address, website, and telephone and fax numbers for the business. She frowned, and asked if I had something with my picture on it. I didn’t. She asked if she could keep the business card, and I told her that she could.
Mr. Martin was telling the others that my father’s share of the estate was forty-four percent, the same percentage as Mr. Arthur Peoples, who was being represented by Ms. Kindle, his daughter, was entitled to receive. In addition to Ms. Whitney, there were three other females in the group. I wondered which one was Ms. Ki
ndle.
Mr. Martin then introduced the others. Ms. Dickens represented the friends of the public library, which was to receive three percent of the proceeds from the estate. Ms. Dickens identified herself by smiling at me. She wore her hair short, parted in the center, with bangs that hid about one-half of her forehead. I estimated her age to be in the upper thirties, and suspected her marital status was single.
Mr. McMahan represented the church where the elderly couple worshiped. He waved to me, something that was unnecessary since he was the only other male present. In addition to thinning hair, his other distinguishing feature was a gap between his front teeth. I assumed that the church was to also receive three percent.
Ms. Meriwether represented the food pantry, and Mr. Martin stipulated that its percentage was three percent. She nodded to me. I nodded back, noting that Ms. Meriwether had long, bleached-blond hair, ample breasts, and appeared to be in her early thirties. I wondered how she became selected to represent the food pantry. From the looks of her gaudy jewelry, she’d married well. Was her husband an important member of the community, an office-holder perhaps? Or, had she performed some illicit task at the back of the food pantry? It was fun to picture Ms. Meriwether on her knees, earning her right to participate in the distribution of Uncle Mackey’s and Aunt Elsie’s assets.
Now that I knew that Ms. Dickens represented the public library, and Ms. Meriwether represented the food pantry, I was able to identify Ms. Kindle, the one I perceived to be my adversary. She glanced my way, but her expression was indifferent, like she considered me to be an insignificant nuisance, an insect that she could flick away without expending any effort. Her stare could have melted an igloo.
Still, there was something about Ms. Kindle that held my attention. Like Ms. Whitney’s lips, I was captivated by the way Ms. Kindle’s blonde hair framed her slender face, the way her shoulders filled out her jacket, and the way her breasts stood proudly, even in the heat of the August day. A set of rings was attached to her left hand like they were a part of her. I wondered if she ever took them off.
I raised my hand and Mr. Martin encouraged me to speak. ‘I make the total to be ninety-seven percent. Is someone absent?’
‘You are quite right, Mr. Driver. As counsel, and overseer of the funds, my fee is the elusive three percent. However, I will not vote on the decisions you make. My assistant will get you started, and she will look in from time to time to see that everything is running according to the way Mr. and Mrs. Peoples stipulated in the trusts, but Ms. Whitney will serve only as a guide. She has no voting rights.
‘Just one final word,’ he continued. ‘Mr. Driver and Ms. Kindle are from out of town, and they are entitled to receive living expenses from the estate. But please keep in mind that Mackey and Elsie were fugal people. They would want you to settle their affairs as quickly, and as economically, as possible. All expenditures will be voted on by the group, with the decision ruled by the majority.’
I realized, as the meeting was adjourned, that the actual will had not been read. The participants had been introduced, and the percentage of the estate that their organization would receive was quoted, but the flowery language that usually gives the reasons for the award of a specific item or a certain percentage, had been omitted.
I glanced at the way the waves were bouncing off the rocks. They seemed less forceful than before. Was the tide changing?
The others were on their way down the hill when Mr. Martin got my attention. ‘Mr. Driver, there is a man who has been the next door neighbor to the Peoples for a number of years. I’ve found Mr. Hubert to be …ah…helpful. He knows the property intimately. I would suggest that you accept his help…ah…guardedly.’
‘Ah…okay,’ I said, and seeing that was all he had to say on the subject, I thanked him for the information. There were a dozen questions I would have liked to ask him, but I didn’t want to be left behind.
As we walked down the hill, I overheard Ms. Dickens, Ms. Meriwether, Mr. McMahan, and even Ms. Whitney, offer Ms. Kindle a ride to the house. I think that we were all surprised when she accepted Mr. McMahan’s offer.
Not knowing where we were going, I followed the four cars. After a few minutes, we came to a stop in front of a very plain looking house. White paint was peeling from the clapboards, the roofline looked crooked, and the front windows were clouded. Above the door, there was a black sign that read: ‘Circa 1797.’
Another structure stood in back of the house. It reminded me of the barn that Peg and I had replaced when we first went into business together. In other words, it looked dilapidated.
I followed the four women and Mr. McMahan to the side door. Ms. Whitney inserted a key, and the door made a squeaking sound as it swung open.
Inside, we were met with hot, stale air, darkness, and filth. The interior reminded me of Mr. Bennett’s house, except that Uncle Mackey’s and Aunt Elsie’s house was darker. After trying the light switch, and concluding that the electricity had been turned off, I offered to get a flashlight from my truck.
‘I think we should meet at the gazebo, and let the house air out,’ Ms. Whitney suggested, and everyone agreed with her. We opened two doors, and the only window that I was able to budge, and we retired to the gazebo.
It was a hot afternoon, but the shaded gazebo was comfortable. There were bench seats around the perimeter, and everyone had plenty of room.
Ms. Whitney began the meeting by saying we needed to elect a chairman of the group. Mr. McMahan nominated Ms. Kindle to the position. Ms. Meriwether nominated me. A show of hands elected Ms. Kindle. The vote was ninety-one to six. Ms. Dickens and Ms. Meriwether frowned when I voted for Ms. Kindle to be the chair.
Ms. Kindle looked around at the other members of the distribution committee before giving us assurance that she knew how to run a meeting. She didn’t come out and say that she was an accomplished parliamentarian.
‘I’m a paralegal by profession,’ she began.
That was good enough for me, and watching the expressions on the ladies’ faces, I could see that they felt the same way. Even Ms. Whitney seemed impressed. Mr. McMahan voiced his concurrence. ‘I knew you were a professional, Ms. Kindle.’
Ms. Kindle looked taken aback for a moment. ‘Let’s move right along. What’s the first order of business?’
‘I move that we have the utilities turned on,’ I said, and Ms. Meriwether was quick to second the motion.
‘Let’s not forget the Peoples’ desire that we operate as economically as possible,’ Ms. Dickens said.
‘Perhaps we should consider the utilities separately,’ Ms. Kindle said. ‘Who’s in favor of having the electricity turned on?’
I raised my hand, and saw that Ms. Meriwether had her hand up, too. But she was the only one siding with me. It looked like the vote was going to be forty-seven for, and fifty against turning on the electricity. I stated my argument before Ms. Kindle could ask for the ‘against’ vote.
‘Uncle Mackey and Aunt Elsie also specified that we were to finish this assignment as promptly as possible. I do some of my best work at night, but I can’t work in the dark.’
‘There are plenty of candles in the pantry.’
It was a male’s voice, and it had come from neither Mr. McMahan nor me. A man holding a set of hedge clippers stepped out from the far side of the gazebo. ‘Excuse me, I couldn’t help overhearing. I’m Charles Hubert, the next door neighbor. I’ve been meaning to trim the shrubbery since my dear friends departed this earth. Mackey always kept a good supply of candles. I can show you where they’re kept if you plan to use them.’
‘Ah, the helpful neighbor that Mr. Nelson warned me about,’
I thought. ‘Thank you, Mr. Hubert. That sounds like we’ve alleviated Mr. Driver’s issue of not being able to work in the dark,’ Ms. Kindle said, sounding quite pleased with herself. Mr. Hubert looked pleased, too. ‘I suppose the next utility would be the telephone. Does anyone feel the necessity to resume telephone service for the short time it will take to dispose of the real estate, furnishings, and to make the distributions?’
‘Most people have cell phones,’ Ms. Dickens said, and I watched Mr. McMahan nod his head to agree with her. From the way Ms. Kindle had phrased the question, I was going to be outvoted.
‘I brought my laptop computer, and I’ll need a land line to communicate with my family and my business.’
I wasn’t surprised when Ms. Dickens spoke up. ‘I hope you’re not asking the estate to pay for your business expense.’
‘My family includes my father, whose interest in the estate is the reason I’m here. He’s asked that I keep him advised as to the decisions that are made here. But with respect to my business, you are correct, Ms. Dickens. I’ll have the telephone connected at my expense,’ I said, already planning to keep the phone number a secret. If it was to be my line, I was going to make sure that none of the others used it.
‘Mr. Driver, I just remembered that I may need a land line for my laptop also. If it’s all right with you, I’ll share the cost?’ Ms. Kindle asked. I nodded to indicate that we would share the telephone line.
‘Water?’ she asked, shortening her call for a vote to simply naming the utility.
I waited this one out to see if anyone with a sound mind would deny the occupant of a dwelling the very essence of life itself. The show of hands proved me wrong. Ms. Dickens hand remained at her side.
‘That’s ninety-four votes for, three opposed to the estate paying for the water to be turned on. The motion carries,’ Ms. Kindle said.
‘The water comes from a well. It takes electricity to pump it,’ Mr. Hubert offered.
I’d forgotten about him. He stepped from the shrubbery and tipped his hat in a happy-to-be-of-service pose.
Ms. Kindle cleared her throat. ‘Shall we revisit the electricity question?’
This time, the vote was ninety-four to three, with Ms. Dickens still declaring that electricity and water were expenses the estate should avoid.
I smiled at Ms. Dickens, not to gloat, but to show her that I held no hard feelings toward her. She dropped her eyes to the floor of the gazebo, raised them, and smiled timidly. Did I have an ally?
There was still the issue of heating the water. Mr. Hubert supplied the information without being asked. ‘Natural gas is the only other utility, unless you’re planning on re-connecting the cable.’
‘I’m not planning on watching television, but I would like to have hot water,’ I said.
Ms. Dickens raised an objection, which was shot down by Ms. Meriwether, who likened anyone who tried to clean without hot water to someone that lived in a cave. The vote on natural gas carried, ninety-four to three.
The question arose as to who would call the utility companies to order the services be turned on. I volunteered, saying that I had my cell phone with me. There were no objections, and Ms. Whitney told me that she would fax each company to assure them that I had been authorized to act for the estate.
‘Give me time to get back to my office. I’ll let you know as soon as I’ve sent the faxes,’ she said. I gave her my cell phone number.
‘I move that we adjourn this meeting. I need to clean a place to spread my sleeping bag,’ I said, and Ms. Meriwether seconded my motion.
‘Wait!’ Ms. Kindle said. ‘I have one request. Can someone suggest a moderately priced motel? By the way, I’m going to need a ride to and from.’
‘You’re not…,’ Ms. Dickens began, becoming speechless for a few seconds. ‘You’re not suggesting for a second that the estate is going to foot the expense of a motel, moderately priced or not?’
‘Mr. Martin was quite specific regarding the estate paying for living expenses. You just heard Mr. Driver say he’s going to make a space for his sleeping bag. You don’t expect me to occupy the same house with a complete stranger, do you?’ Ms. Kindle’s face looked drained as she finished her speech.
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Chapter 28Adam wasted no time obeying his wife’s command.He swivelled on the bed until he was lying full length behind me, his down, male body pressed against my skinny, middle-aged frame as if we were two spoons in a drawer. I could feel his muscular chest hot against my back and his erection pressing against the back of my legs.It was beginning again. My heart thumped in excitement.“Be gentle. Please,” I whispered, wanting desperately to feel him inside me again but knowing how sore I already...
CuckoldI was bored, watching a bad porn movie on cable TV when the phone rang. "Hello." "Whatcha doing, playing with yourself again," my step-daughter Teresa asked me. "Funny," I answered. "Isn't that what you do most of the day?" Teresa was 20, a cute, top-heavy bottle-blonde with several piercings and tattoos and one of those tongue studs, and she worked as a repair dispatcher for the cable TV company. Thanks to her connections I got great service and the fastest Internet service possible, and at a...
Taboo22 yo ex-webcam girl Tayler shows up at the airport, looking like she just fell out of a birds nest. After throwing as much makeup at her as we can find, we realize no matter how much you glam up this girl, she’s gonna be a pasty white trailer trash from Vegas who talks like she’s in a gang or something. Granted, she is pretty funny. And those big natural tits are awesome. And yes, she’s as open-minded as she claims to be. She’s super nervous when she finds out that...
xmoviesforyouNext morning, I woke up with a sense of excitement. I also woke up highly aroused. I could hear my Master breathing next to me and I felt his arm holding me close. No one else seemed to be awake in the house. If I had been alone, I certainly would have masturbated, but lying so close to my Master, I was afraid I would disturb his sleep and start the day off in trouble. The weight of my Master’s arm on my waist, his groin pressed into my ass, it all made me want to touch myself. I didn’t know if...
Introduction: THIS IS A ROMANCE STORY, NOT JUST HUMPING AND FUCKING ALL THE TIME. My Pretty Little Slaves Chapter 8 Hawaii Trip continues and return home Character Introduced Dr. Shannon Smithson, 43 58, Blond with Green Eyes The next morning Kiki arrives around ten for a massage session for Ben. She brings in her table and instructs Ben to disrobe and get on the table. Ben is wearing a towel around his waist so that she does not get a few of BIG FELLA. He cannot take anymore sex right now...
Jane stood there in the doorway. She had a red face and her dressing gown on. The lamp was on beside my bed so I could see her and, as she crossed the room to me, she asked if we could talk for a minute. She was on my bed before I could say anything, sitting there cross-legged below me.I could see a little bit of her pussy hair as she sat down and her boobs showed through the not-fully-closed dressing gown. I could smell her sex too. She had come here straight from a fcuking and hadn’t tried to...
So imagine I'm your neighbor.I come over to the back, walk up on the deck. I need to borrow some sugar.The doors open and I can hear the TV. I holler out "Hello!"...no answer..."Hello?" no answer.It's only sugar, I've been in your kitchen 1,000 times. You definitely wont mind. I walk in "Hello" as I walk though the kitchen and stick my head in the living room. The TV is on, the wine bottle is empty and your wife is passed out on the couch. You've told me before that you have come home from work...
I am on a 45 minute break in a layby and you to park up behind me and come around to the passenger side door and knock on it and ask me if i want to see you play with yourself on the grass alongside my truck knowing that anyone driving past, if they where quick, would be able to see you.You lay on your back on the grass and unbutton your skirt slowly to reveal your knickers, bra, stocking and suspenders, whilst i stand there and watch, you take of your bra and play with your tits and nipples...
In Private’s Sexy Fiesta, Gabi Gold is a music producer preparing to promote a new artist and after finalizing the agreement with her representative Jason Steel, they decide to celebrate it in style! Enjoy this shaved headed beauty on www.private.com where she first gets a taste of champagne before switching her attention to cock as she gets on her knees for an awesome deepthroat blowjob. Then watch Gabi as she spreads her legs right there in the office and goes on to enjoy a spectacular fuck...
xmoviesforyou(After some hiatus, I've returned to writing. In light of having a more busy job life of, well, writing, I've decided to focus on actually finishing some of these scenarios rather than having the originally intended 50-100 endings. I've always intended to have a focus on choice, but honestly, I just don't have time for that. So! Over the next couple months expect my stories to actually have some finished choices, and I can expand from there. Thanks!) Upon returning home, Megan spent no time at...
It was like stepping into an alternate reality when we got home. The children were not clinging to us and making us promise never ever to leave them alone again. In fact Kyle was the only one who really showed any emotion at all. “Hey dad. Have a good weekend? Tommy and Johah got into a big fight and they’re never gonna talk again. What am I supposed to do? I’m friends with both of them! Ah shoot!” He said. He was playing the video game console connected to the tv in the living room. It was...
(episode 9)Fall semester of my sophomore year I moved into the fraternity house. I found myself very excited about all the fun possibilities of staying in the frat house full time. However, I soon found myself spending the night at my girlfriend Jennifer’s apartment over half of the time. I had discovered that the frat house was always loud and the rowdy activities usually didn’t cease until the early hours of the morning and it was always party central non-stop on weekends. I shared a room...
College SexIt was everything Jenna could do to keep from moaning. She was practically biting her tongue off to keep from screaming out as her fingers slammed into her soaking cunt. Sitting at the back of her English class she knew no one could see her, but if she let out even a squeak someone would look back and see her huddling over her desk, red-faced and sweaty. Almost every day she found herself caught in this battle to maintain balance. Fore- and middle fingers probed her dripping pussy as her thumb...
(I'm gonna get rid of the terrible lisp next chapter. I'm getting just as sick of writing it as most of you are of reading it. Lol.) ------------------------------------------------ Bikini Beach: One Summer's Day By: G.K.S Chapter 2: The Not-So-Wonderful Wizard of Oz Dashing across the hot pavement with Heather in tow, I made my way towards the office just outside the park. My mother kept up with us easily and kept a ways behind us, not wanting to smother us out. Nevertheless,...
‘Carl, I need to ask you a big, BIG favor!’ Hayley said rather loudly as her eyes sank to the ground like a couple of ten pound weights had just been tied to them. I waited for her next line but finally decided that she must have missed rehearsal. ‘I’m listening,’ I prompted. The noisy cars escaping the restaurant parking lot would have made it difficult enough to hear her even if she had said anything and yet I thought I heard her in my head even before she finally spoke. ‘I’ve…had one hell...
I have always wanted to get fucked by a huge dick. I always imagined how it felt to get my pussy stretched. The feeling of pain and pleasure. A lot of times I would watch big dick porn and masturbate to it. Eventually I was hoping to actually get fucked by a dick that would make me screamIt was a friday, I was at work during my break, I decided to go on tinder...I just wanted to have sex that night. I wanted to go out have some drinks with my friends and eventually hook up. A one night stand. I...
My husband and I have been married for 25 years. We are in our mid-fifties. We are attractive and fit. Our sex life has always been very good. We have been occasionally been adventurous. WE have had a number of mfm three-ways, we have a once in a while play time with a couple who are good friends and we have had the very occasional dalliance outside the marriage. We tell each other all about those. My husband is bi. I wouldn’t say I am bi but have done things with the female half of the couple...
Hi guys.. How are you all.. All the best for your bright future.. Here I am sharing an experience happened in my life .. This is Shiva from the capital of separated Andhra Pradesh (guntur,vja) and staying in Hyderabad, doing job. Just try to understand, I may not good at English.. When I was in college days, I’m in love with my uncle’s daughter ( family friends). Her name is Meghana, fair and cute girl.. Very active & friendly. I like her behavior. I like her very much. She also likes me, I...
Hi to all of u well i am amit(name changed) and i am going to be married to be very soon with my love sonia(name changed). We know each other from past 3 years and to be very frank we both have sex many a times in these 3 yrs. Anyways today i am here to post my second experience and this is a threesome this time and it was with sonia friend dimple. Well i am average built 5 10 height. Sonia is 32-28-34 and dimple is really hot 34-28-36. I love her figure. I have told this to sonia also may a...
The first thing Dave noticed as he was coming to consciousness was the smell of fresh coffee. That was strange; Julie didn't like the smell of coffee for some reason, so he usually got some on the way to work ... he opened his eyes, and saw a very tall blonde in the kitchen. All of a sudden things snapped into place. Yesterday. The tower going down. Julie. The boys ... and then, Shae and Eve. "Shae?" he said wonderingly, the question hanging in the air. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she...
NOTE: If you would like to see a nude pic of Sharon, send us a message. Two Men Wanted: Two young men needed to fulfil our fantasy of having two men fuck the wife as hubby takes photos. Must be prepared to have photos taken and published on the net. Must also be prepared to perform DP and not scared of another man's dick. I typed the message into the online personals profile and hovered over the 'Enter' button. "Are you happy with this and the photos?" I asked Sharon as she lay naked...
It was a cool and clear Sunday. Everything had been quiet all day and the evening patrol was no different. I came on duty at 3:00PM to start my shift. I had to cover until 11:00PM so I figured that if the day watch was an example, then it would be a very long night for me! I was assigned the 304 district over on the east side of the city. A mixture of residential, light commerical and some warehouses. The residential was middle clase, working people. Normal calls for service, and sometimes a...
EroticYour friend was getting a divorce, she had come to stay with us since she had nowhere to go. I thought it was interesting since she looked very much like you, it was almost like she could be your sister. Same body type, she might be slightly heavier, but both of you had big breast, nice big butts, and nice happy smiley face. We had a spare room next to our bedroom that she got to stay in. We had a very active sex life and would make love at least once a day, but more often a couple of times....
Since I first met my wife my mother in law had been divoiced she I went to her house her mother would sit & flash her knickers at me I told my wife & she said or you sure I haven't seen her do it it was about 5 years after we got married I fucked her mother, my wife was going away for 4 days with her friends two of then I had already fucked but thats another story anyway she went thursday morning & was coming back sunday night the mother in law ask me to stop with her so when I had...
He was in Middle America somewhere, a small town where he was shooting a movie. They had just wrapped up on the set and he had a few days to himself. He decided to venture into town one day and was swarmed by fans at the local movie theater. Dozens of adoring teenage girls surrounded him hounding him with questions and eager to just see him, but being a horny sixteen year old virgin himself Devon wanted a real experienced woman not small town girls, most of who were probably just cock...
Hi friends this my first experience let me first introduce myself my age 23 I am studying for professional course and a graduate my height is 5”10 I am good looking good physics and I am very eager to sex all time lets come to story I have a girlfriend named Resha (name changed) she is average looking 5”1 colors fair we were having good relation ship between us but we were only friends but one day when we are talking general the topic suddenly turned towards sex we have discussed about pass son...
Intruder Jessica stepped out of the car as the garage door closed behind her, followed closely by her husband, Kevin, who proceeded to fumble with his keys as he approached the door. He never saw him...the dark figure slipping from the corner, darting quickly behind his wife, wrapping his muscular arms around her and holding a knife to her pretty neck. "Do exactly what I tell you, pretty boy!" the hooded figure commanded.Kevin froze in his tracks, hypnotized by the dark stranger who was...
Don’t some of you cucks wish you could go back to school and make those vapid cheerleaders and nympho goths your fuck toys? Once you’re done with all of the bullshit and can look back at your experience, I think most of you will see that you didn’t have to be such a pathetic fucking beta. Tell that bully to eat shit. Ask that hot slut with the rockin’ ass to deepthroat your cock. Slap a teacher’s ass. There’s so much that you can get away with. Okay, maybe not the teacher thing. But, still, you...
Free Sex GamesIt was the the 30th of November and there was no snow around and there was not a site of the Christmas cheer which was strange for this time of the year. Every second felt like an hour. It got to midnight and then out of no where there was a massive change in the whether it started snowing giant snow flakes it was like a miracle. Later that day there was little snow left and it was the beginning of December and there was no sight of the usual Christmas cheer. I started to feel sad then out of...
GayThis is the fifteenth story in my Legacy Universe though like the others it is a stand alone story which can be read alone. However, I would recommend reading the Infiltrator before reading this one as it provides some useful background information. With a Golden Staff By Morpheus It was a dark night with only a sliver of moon to light the way which was perfectly fine by me. As far as I was concerned, the darker it was out the better. In fact I silently cursed the damn street...
21st Century Subterranean Slavery Part VIII Back in the lineupOne-eight-six felt wild and untamed on her first day back in the lineup. She deliberately stumbled within the chain gang next to the board walk. She stopped now and then defiantly yanking the chain in front of her, forcing the slave behind her to crash into her back. When the guard lashed her she spat in her face leading to more lashes. By the time she got to the display section her ass and thighs were well striped. She...