Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Intro The long drive from North, to South Texas, is the worst one you can possibly imagine. Hours upon ours of absolutely nothing. Most of my entertainment is usually music, but now and again I’ll find something else fun to do. Call friends when there’s reception, have a vape, whatever. As I began to count the stitches on the leather door panel, a call came in on my phone. “Hello?” I said as I accepted the call from my steering wheel. “Hey Donald it’s Mom!”. ‘Oh boy, what is it’ I thought, as my parents weren’t at home, so there was no reason for my mother to be calling unless something was wrong. “You always insist on calling me that, no matter how many…
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REVENGE OF THE COCK TEASE
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 [b]Rachel stood back from the mirror, happy with her freshly applied make-up, she had purposely choose her red pleated mini skirt and white fitted tight blouse, showing the outline of her bra, the top of her stocking was just visible on her long slender legs. She knew she could turn any red hot blooded guys head, and she loved it. Jake had been play mates since they were both 4 years old, 18 years later she knew that the only thing he wanted to play with was her! Standing at 5ft 7, with shoulder length natural blonde hair, light baby blue eyes and 32DD breasts, she knew she had it all. She wasnt going to sleep with just any guy, she just loved to…
Rainy Days (rewritten)
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Standing at the window, watching the traffic pass by. Music playing in the background as I lightly rest my fingers on the icy pane. I am oblivious to the world, hypnotized by the falling rain and music. You silently come up behind me and caress my throat as you bring your body close against me. I lean my head back against you as your fingers run down my throat and over my shoulder. I shiver slightly as you continue down my arm. You reach my wrist and bring your arm around my waist to pull me against you, your arousal prodding against my butt. You pull me closer and trail kisses across my shoulder. Your hands slip up under my shirt to cup my…
Sequel to Eve and the Peeping Tom
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Several people commented on my story of “Eve and the Peeping Tom”, saying that I set the story up but didn’t have enough sex and abuse. Accordingly, I’ve written this story more or less as a continuation of my previous.It will probably make better reading if you go to the first story before reading this one, however it is not necessary if you just wish to continue reading this one now that you’re here. I’ll just once again warn that this story has extremely cruel and sadistic passages, so if you are going to be turned off by that sort of thing, stop now and look for something more playful._____________________________________ During the first few days after her meeting with the Peeping Tom and his…
Sarah’s Family
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Sarah loved her small family. When she was growing up, it was just her, her Daddy and Mommy. She always wondered why her Daddy seemed younger than her Mommy, and not really that much older than herself. Growing up, it seemed like Daddy was always going to school. As she got older, Sarah, like most kids, noticed how her Mommy and Daddy interacted with each other, from small talk to when they did icky things like hug and kiss. She never saw them argue or fight, but often heard them in their bedroom at night. Her Mommy was really loud! But it never sounded like they were fighting. Over time, she noticed them even more and the icky hugging and kissing stuff wasn’t icky….
Turning mommy into a true slut – Chapter 4
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 ”You got that right… And, we all saw just how much you really ”know her” ! Fuck, she feels so freaking good… I can’t believe you didn’t fucked her yourself yet. I never understood how can a son even glances at his mom in sexual way, but now I’m aware that if Liz was my mom, I would probably still be sleeping with her !” ”Well, I won’t say I was never tempted… Ofcourse I was… But some things should still stay only in our imagination.”. We got a few more drinks, just resting from everything, and then we went to sleep, one by one. I went to sleep with my mum, I came in her room and turned on the light. The sight…
Tom Confesses
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 “’I’m going to eat you up.’ Said the Big Bad Wolf. ‘Eat, eat, eat,’ Said a disgusted Little Red Riding Hood, ‘Doesn’t anyone fuck any more.”’ Tom giggle a bit is he finished his corny joke. The other five people on the patio laughed aloud at the take off on the Mother Goose Rhyme.The blond next to him leaned over and whispered to Tom: “I still fuck, maybe later…..”Tom had been invited to attend a weekend night get together with two other couples in his apartment complex. He had become acquainted with the two couples when he moved into the complex after his divorce eighteen months previously. One couple was all male and the other all female. He like them both they were friendly…
Three Can Keep a Secret if Two are….Deceptive
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 “Need some help?” Tasha asked in a purposeful voice. I swallowed and looked up not knowing what I was going to do. Tasha was leaning with one hip against the door of her father’s truck. She looked sexy as hell. I took a long look at her. Tasha has shoulder length, flaming red hair. It was full and framed the pale skin of her face. The red brought out the bottle green color of her eyes and the smattering of light freckles. Her face is very attractive and after her striking eyes, her full lips are it’s most pronounced feature. My eyes drifted down to her t-shirt covered chest. Tasha usually wore clothes that hid her large chest. She had a fairly small frame…
The Truth About Nikki – pt9
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 The Truth About Nikki – pt9 – The Game of life Note: Again, I have changed the names of the men that I dated from the time that I moved to Seattle and thereafter. These diary posts are intended to tell my story, not to embarrass the men whom I have spent time with over the years. My phone rang at about six PM Friday night; it was another man calling for a ‘date’ for the next evening. As we made the arrangements, he told me where to be, what to wear, and said it was going to be an all-nighter with him and his friends. I asked him just how many friends were attending and that if he understood the pricing schedule was…
The Snowstorm
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Fbailey story number 450 The Snowstorm Mom was transferred to a new city in another part of the state, where she would be the Store Manager in charge of the local tractor supply store. It was a good promotion for her and a raise in pay. Mom and I were on the trip there when we stopped during a bad snowstorm. We were still a few hours from our destination when we found a sign pointing the way to an old hotel. It was like something out of a horror movie. We made it inside and found no one there. Mom hit the bell on the counter, then she hit it again, and then she started to beat the hell out of it when…