Leaning over I lay my head against his shoulder. Removing a hand from the wheel, he tenderly strokes my hair and cheek. Knowing I have chosen my life mate wisely, I’m filled with peaceful love towards him, and I know he perfectly reciprocates my feel
Today my life is complete. Today I have at last kissed the woman that I will spend the rest of my life with. I dwell on that brief kiss even now, a full hour after it’s occurrence, if only to keep my thoughts away from what tonight will bring.
Maxine Wilcox was sitting at home, watching TV when she remembered that she had, had a question for her son. He told her he would be over at the Allan house, but she didn’t want to call over and disturb the Doctor and his family, so she tried his mob
Miguel looked at the time, swore, then called up Madrona on her mobile phone. “Sorry baby, I’m running late.”
“Do you want me to cancel?” she asked her voice scratchy over the line.
“No… I’ll be home shortly, and then we’ll all go out for lun
“So tell me, Matt, why is it that you came to see me?” Pastor O’Malley asked kindly.
“Well Pastor, I just get the feeling, that there aren’t any good people left in our neighborhood. You know, everyone’s like sleeping around and
Jordan Edwards sighed, he tossed the letter in the bin and went back to viewing the snapshots Lascelle had sent him. The female swim team looked as delicious as warm pie ala mode. He’d paid out a wad of cash to arrange for the eight
members of the t
Giles Krest awoke to first the feeling, then the sound, of a pair of lips racing on his rigid cock, giving him a sloppy blow job. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know the tongue begging cum from his balls was his foreign exchange daughter, Axelia.
Neci Meyers, lifted her large floppy hat from her head and wiped her sweaty brow, though it was still pretty early for the sun to be beating down on someone and making them sweat. Neci had been working since the sun first started to peak above the ho
The subtle breeze of the early summer morning
brought the scent of freshly mowed grass through the screened windows of the O’Connor home. The sound of birds chirping in the early morning
light mingled softly with the sounds of the
Late with the rent – again!
“Aunty May isn’t here,” she said awkwardly, “she asked me to tell you that she hadn’t got the rent money yet, and could you wait until the end of the week?”
Loretta Part 3 Loretta looked from one to the other of us. I could see it in her eyes that she was serious; she wanted to fuck both of us right there and then. It had been an unusual day to say the least. Now Ulrich looked at me. He wore his usual un
The Massage Therapist and Her Daughter
With a bad back I need a monthly massage by a certified therapist. No happy massage, I pay for a good professional massage that is even better than physical therapy. I found the perfect one and she is near
(Someone is watching them)
It wasn’t quite five past when Debbie heard the back door open and then close again a moment later. She heard as the door bolt was slid across and swallowed nervously.
“Debbie? Debbie where are you?”
(He wants to make home movies!!)
“Right I’m off now Debs, I’ll see you later.”
Debbie’s mum gave a quick preoccupied smile and left her twenty two year old daughter to her own plans. Debbie looked at the clock feeling sick. T
It was a nice suburban day, beautiful as it usually is. I worn a red dress today because red equalizes me as an independent woman who just got out of a divorce. Today was a day that will start out fresh, well that’s what I hope for.
My recent hu
Late April, April break is when we first met.
It was a nice night I was in my Public safety uniform and you were wearing your acu’s.
We were in the break room when we first met. I didn’t know one at all and I was curious on who the people were in t
“Now I’m telling you for the last time.” Her mum yelled at her. “Any more trouble and you are out!”
Debbie gave a resigned little sigh and looked up at the ceiling in frustration. “Look mum I’m twenty two years old, not a child anymo
“I know you,” I mutter in astonishment as I stare up into the man’s electric blue eyes. His blonde, nearly-white hair falls over his face and gently brushes my forehead. His skin isn’t necessarily tan, but he contrasts the milky white of my skin
“Oh my God,” I whisper as I feel the wetness of his tongue as he dips it into my navel. I feel myself grow wetter in anticipation of just where he’s going to put that tongue next. I try to open my eyes, but I can still see nothing. Either the lig