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“I don’t know why I did this with you,” she worked in between licks,
“But you better not tell anyone or so help me…”
“Come to my house after work tomorrow.” He answered. He simply added
this as an unconscious command rather than justify himself verbally.
This could be real fun. I gotta do Fran today too, he thought.
“No …
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When Kathy left Mrs. Johnson’s class the next day, her teacher
smiled radiantly at her and motioned her to her desk. When the
other students had filtered out of the room, Mrs. Johnson spoke.
“I heard you were quite a hit last night, Kathy,” she said.
Kathy blushed.
“Yeah, I guess…” she murmured.
“Well, I’ve got another guy who wants …
Kathy Dawson’s mind raced for the next few days, wondering when
Mrs. Johnson would put her to work. Every day in her class, the
teacher would smile at her and talk to her briefly, but no word
would come as to when Kathy’s services would be requested by a
“customer”.
Finally, one day when Kathy was leaving Mrs. Johnson’s class,…
Kathy Dawson had an attractive figure, and she knew it. The
teeb sophomore’s body was budding into a young woman. Her 5’7″
frame was beginning to become more shapely, and she looked in the
school bathroom mirror, admiring herself in her new cheerleading
uniform.
Kathy was excited about making the Madison High J.V. squad for
the second year, and this …
Christine walked through the door home from a long day at work just in
time to hear the phone ring. “I wonder who that could be,” she thought
as she hurried to the phone.
“Hello,” the beautiful young wife said.
“Hi Christine,” returned a male voice.
Christine said pleasantly, “Oh hi Bob. I’m afraid Jim isn’t here.
Tonight he has …
I wonder if they can see my knees shaking. I know they can see
my bottom. The attendants and our families are behind me, and my
exposed orbs must be the center of their attention. My breasts are
exposed to the minister, the nipples hard and pointing at him. If he
looks down, he can see the lips. Are they …
Peter groaned. His buttocks contracted and he arched his back, lifting
his pelvis off the bed in a futile attempt to reach Susana’s mouth,
hanging teasingly just a centimetre or so above the tip of his straining
cock. Her left hand circled the base of his tool, squeezing lightly in a
rhythm that matched the slow passage of her tongue …
He spent a restless night, constantly waking up in a state of
heightened excitement.
She would not leave him, even in his dreams. The last one he
particularly enjoyed. In it the Countess sold her apartment,
bought a large house in the country and of course, needed a
handyman to look after the place. Apart from one painful bit,
where …
It has been a long day. Your neck and back are a
little sore from being
on the computer all day, and you attempt to reach back and
rub them. But I
gently push your hands away. Then I begin to knead the
muscles of your
upper back,my fingers pushing in and around, up and down,
until gradually
you feel …
Peter groaned. His buttocks contracted and he arched his back, lifting
his pelvis off the bed in a futile attempt to reach Susana’s mouth,
hanging teasingly just a centimetre or so above the tip of his straining
cock. Her left hand circled the base of his tool, squeezing lightly in a
rhythm that matched the slow passage of her tongue …
She was hoping he would notice, was afraid he would.
She looked down at the tips of her nipples clearly
protruding through her tight silk shirt, noting the
round circles pushing out of the fabric that fairly
shouted “PIERCING”.
“Good girls don’t get their nipples pierced,” she said
out loud. To herself she thought, “Since when have I
been a …
“That is unfortunate–for you. For me, it is most
advantageous.”
Hazun’s prick had risen to an amazing stand as he looked at
the mem-sahib with the golden hair. Knowing that the sahib’s hand
was playing between her secret places made Hazun want to bend
beneath the table and sneak a peek. Only Hazun knew he would
immediately be suspect if …
Every sensual muscle in her sleek body in motion, Katt
MacNeil swung out of the Cessna and padded across the sand in the
blazing noonday heat.
The tall, leggy blonde was used to ignoring the scorching
desert sun a well as the admiring stares from a few local males.
There were not many fair-haired women to be found among the …
“And me too! Let me milk the men too!” Bow said impetuously.
“I’m going to send you up to your room if you don’t act your
age,” Petra warned the girl. (Of course, if she did act her age, not
asking repeatedly to be fucked, she got to go to an orgy, which struck
me as rather strange.)
“Oh, alright,” …
We undressed. Petra unlocked our cell. We went back up the
steps to the surface of the earth. Alfonse went first, opening the
storm doors of the cellar for us. Daylight flooded the steps and,
climbing, we emerged into it.
I was nude. We had no clothes. I embraced myself, covering my
breasts. My pussy hairs tasted sunlight. I dipped …