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Anna s help in hand

It was late after noon when i had finished helping Anna move into her newly acquired flat in Leicester. She was a pleasant lady and we had chatted most of the after noon whilst i had been bringing in box after box of her household wares. "Thank you Phil." Anna said as she sat down on ta chair in the kitchen. "Your welcome. It didn't take as long as i thought.""Is that it for the day or are you working this evening." "No more today Anna, think i'll just nip home and have a bath then bed." I...

Lending A Hand

It was a summer day in Miami and I had just finished a basketball game with a couple of friends. Since it was like 90 degrees I decided to walk home shirtless. I didn’t have the best body a person my age could have but I was confident and that’s all that mattered in my head. I was 18 at the time and still a senior in high school as my birthday is late in the year. I stood just about 6’2 and weighed 230 pounds. I played football all my life so I have a decent build, no over bulging gut, but I...

Helping Hand

"Goodness Donna, take a deep breath and calm down." "I can't help it Tonya. I'm so excited." The blonde woman smiled sheepishly. "But I'll try." The black haired woman smiled back, touching her lover's face with her fingers. "You better. We've been looking forward to this day since we met. Let's not spoil it by being in a hurry and letting something go wrong." "No," agreed Donna, her eyes shinning. "We want it to be perfect." "It will be. Now, lets get you dressed and...

A Helping Hand

We were sitting at a window table in a cozy restaurant called The Spinnaker and marveling at the beauty that is San Francisco at night. The Spinnaker is located in the chic community of Sausalito, which is just across the Golden Gate Bridge in Marin County. Years ago Sausalito was just another struggling fishing community on the bay but since the late 70's when land prices soared out of sight it became a playgrounds for the rich and famous of the City. We had driven across the bridge for...

Buffy The Slutty SlayerChapter 4 The Teen Girls Take Things In Hand

Dawn Summers strutted down the hall of Sunnydale High. She had a contented smile on her face and licked at a large sucker. It made her think of her Master's cock, which made her giggle. She slid her glossy lips over it, moaning softly. Her fingers twirled her long platinum hair and she thought over the events of the day. The school had fallen into a frenzy of sex. Dawn couldn't be happier. Of course, she had not given in to the temptation of fucking any of the boys like her friends had...

The Pact A Master PC TaleChapter 33 The Job at Hand

The next morning found Brooke and Neriah walking hand-in-hand through the Antigua airport, smiling like mothers do when they know where their daughters are. Her presence in Antigua was all the confirmation the paparazzi needed that they had seen her the previous two days. The new headline: BOOB JOB(S). Burke (and daughter???) Get Bust Boost. Joanie, Todd and Audrey stayed snug in their room. This was Stacy’s day, this was Stacy’s play. Dressed in a perfect-for-her sundress, a pair of...

Help Wanted for Summer Farm Hand

Hi, my name is Justin. I live in Alabama and currently go to college at the University of Alabama. My family owns a huge farm in a northern county of Alabama. I just finished my spring semester at the University and I am headed home for the summer. I am 20, 6'1, 180 with brown hair and Green eyes. My Dick is about average at 7 inches. I work out and stay in great shape. Something about country, cowboy type guys just turn me on. I have been with 3 guys all while I was at school, and they all...

Helping Hands

Next month I shall be sixty-seven years old. Before then there will be the fifth anniversary of the day my darling Dorothy was taken from me. A merciful release, said people who had known of her illness, and so it was. I still think of her, of course, and that is why I cannot help feeling just a little guilty about the turn my life has taken in the intervening years.Sex was never that important to Dorothy. At any rate, not once our early ardour had dwindled. And somehow I suppose I just adopted...

Helping Hands

Next month I shall be sixty-seven years old. Before then there will be the fifth anniversary of the day my darling Dorothy was taken from me. A merciful release, said people who had known of her illness; and so it was. I still think of her, of course, and that is why I cannot help feeling just a little guilty about the turn my life has taken in the intervening years.Sex was never that important to Dorothy. At any rate, not once our early ardour had dwindled. And somehow I suppose I just adopted...

The Hands

At the edge of my consciousness, the thought that something was wrong flitted through my mind then slipped away. For a moment I thought I couldn't move. That thought also dissipated, and I was unable to perceive its gravity. No idea lasted long enough to make me nervous. I was trapped in a deep, comfortable fog. But as it slowly lifted, my mind meandered, and the questions drifted in and out, without being adequately answered. Am I asleep? Have I been drugged? Why do I feel sore all...

In Your Hands

@@@@@@@The restaurant, her choice, was as fine as she'd said it would be, and the play, my choice, was as good as the reviews had promised. Her dress, black and slinky, teased me all evening, with her shoulders and back semi-hidden under a filmy shawl, and the skirt slit up to just there... She had learned that part of me rapidly and well. We had learned each other actually, and surprisingly. A short stroll from the theater had brought us to a bar for a drink and dessert, but the tastes of the...

Time In Her Hands

This story is intended for the entertainment of adults only. Copyright (C) 1998 by Maryann. All rights reserved. Permission Is hereby granted for non-commercial use of this complete and unaltered text. Electronic storage of unaltered copies for personal use is also permitted. Any other use of this text is a violation of copyright. No hardcopies may be made without written permission from the author. TIME IN HER HANDS. By: Maryann It was one of...

Farm Hands

It was hard to wake up in the morning. Beyond the fact that she wasn't a morning person and didn't drink coffee, there was a silence to her surroundings that she wasn't used to. It had been years since she had worked the family farm and the physical stress was taking its toll. Yet, there it was, the alarm clock announcing to anyone in ear shot that it was time to get up and start the day.Sadly, she was the only one within earshot. The point was driven home even more poignantly after she...

Helping Hands

It had been several weeks ago when, albeit in some way my own terrible fault I had decided to cross the road while on my way to college, and was struck by a car that I didn't notice. Although I survived, I ended up with two broken legs, fractured wrists and severe bruising. Over the next few weeks, as I rested up in hospital and recovered the best I could, I eventually was released into my family's care with my arms bandaged up and in slings, and one of my legs still in plaster as it hadn't...

My Father s Hands

100% fiction! There was something about my father’s hands—something that captivated me. Soft, dark hair dusted the area just above the knuckles, and thick veins stood prominent beneath the weathered skin. His fingers were large and strong, yet quick and clever. They were hands equally capable of crushing or caressing. Hands that ___ one moment and charmed a violin the next. Powerful hands; gentle hands. The hands of an artist—the hands of a carpenter. I spent most of my childhood watching those...

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