I knew that there was no way that Kristina’s parents would allow her
to go to the block party with me, and I wouldn’t ask her to sneak
around against her father’s wishes, so I decided to give Becky
Steinman a call. After all, why should I be the only kid there
without a girl to hang out with?“Hi, …
His wife was having my jizz in her pussy. He didn’t know it, but she sure did. It was actually her that did it. Linda came onto me, shortly after they were married. Now me being single yes, I wasn’t about to pass it up and it didn’t matter who’s wife it was. Cory had […]
I got home late, tired from work. Everyone was asleep, that is, except for her, my darling. I did try to keep quiet, coming into the house, not wanting to wake our guests. But she’d waited up for me, quietly. As I sat in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, she came in to […]
Mr wife has taken the term” eating cum” to a new level. I wasn’t happy about it. matter of fact i was in a rage about it. Sandy had never swallowed my cum when she, relunctantly, gave me head. She asways spit it out.and an issue of washing her mouth out. About a month ago […]
When my friend Tom married his wife, Sadie, she was three months pregnant. The thing was he couldn’t even remember the time that he got her pregnant. He was drunk. Actually he was passed out. He couldn’t even remember playing with her tits or anything. Well there is a good reason that he couldn’t remember. […]
“So,” her voice was a horse whisper. “Do you want to come back to my
place and have sex with me?” she looked across at me.
I looked up shocked. Then I recovered my composure. “Why?” I asked,
putting an edge in my voice.
She smiled, almost giggled, “What do you mean?”
“I mean, what’s the point, Alexandra?” I looked …
She sips her tepid coffee and reads the newspaper, trying to decide what to do after the bills are paid and some sort of dinner is prepared. The house echoes heavily with memories of past birthdays, some bright, some dark, all sharing the presence of other people. Making a face, she takes a marking pen […]
I look across the dance floor, full of dancers, and see her. Looking even more beautiful than the last time I’d seen her. When we’d met, we had talked, and gotten to know each other, but there wasn’t time for more than a quick hug, a chaste kiss and a wonderful grope. Now there she […]
She was breathless. I could smell the intermingled perfumes of Justine
and the girl, underlined with a deeper musk.
Justine leant forward and pressed her lips briefly to mine.
Then turned her head towards the girl.
The girl opened her eyes and they smiled at each other; so close their
noses were almost touching.
“Oh, my,” the girl was breathless. …
Before Felicia could return to us for another lesson, Thanksgiving was upon us. The four of us celebrated together at the house of which I was beginning to think as ‘our’ house, though it had always been in Patricia’s family. I left the roasting of the turkey to Gwen, our cook, who did a magnificent […]