She had been my best friend, my companion, my wife and bar none the best lover I had ever had. We had been together for over 30 years, wonderful years, except for the last one when cancer was slowly and inexorably consuming her once marvelous body. Now she was gone.
After the funeral we gathered at her sister’s house, friends, family, business acquaintances. I smiled as best I could, was friendly and cordial as I knew she would want me to be and accepted their kind thoughts and
Dr. Terri Childs has been dating my brother for the past three months, the exact time I have been diligently touring the country with my band. I know it’s a strange way to start a story but I think you’ll understand better once I take it from the beginning and go from there. My name is Jaime Shepherd and I am a musician.
I’m twenty seven years old and I have been in the music business since even before I can remember myself. This story, however, is as much about my success as
I was stretched along Andrew closely, embracing him with one arm, while I stroked his ass with the supersized lubricated cock dildo. He was making all of the right noises, but I could sense that the passion just wasn’t totally there. He wasn’t writhing or trembling as he had been doing for years under the attention of my own cock.
That was the unspoken missing element in our love making now. My cock, which had dominated and satisfied him for so many years, just was no longer up to
Vanessa moved closer to Patrick on the couch as they watched a movie they had rented. It was a action film that he had pick out over Vanessa’s protests. Unconsciously, he put his arm around her shoulders, not taking his eyes from the action on the screen.
Having grown bored some minutes earlier, Vanessa had decided to take control of the situation and get Patrick’s mind away from the movie and on to her body, where it belonged.
She shrugged off his arm and walked to the bedroom.
r. Lawson lay in his hospital bed semi-conscious from the steady drip of morphine coursing through the i.v. tube into his small, sexagenarian veins. Shifts had just changed and it was now time for the afternoon sponge bath bequeathed upon every patient in the geriatric ward of Lutheran General.
Bath time was an activity to which each patient looked forward, as the bather was usually Nurse Hill, a voluptous, curvaceous redhead who filled her white polyester dress like no other nurse ever has or
Right from the top I want you to understand that my intentions were never anything but good. I never planned, nor even desired what took place to ever happen. It just did.
I had been Rochelle’s Youth Pastor for 5 years. She was 13 when I accepted the position at the church. A skinny little girl who hadn’t even developed much physically yet. Boy how times had changed, but I’ll talk more about that later.
I had walked she and her family through a lot over the years. Her moms
There was this blond woman who worked in my office, Jennifer. She was small—-five-two-—but with proportionately curvy C-cup tits, a solid little ass, and shapely legs that could run a seven-minute-mile. She was five years younger than me—-just 25—-and while she didn’t work directly for me, she was under me—-apparently in more ways than one.
I’d often admired her from afar. She was very blond so I’d imagine burying my face in her fair-haired cunt, lapping at her wet pussy.
“Turn here.”
I look at her with suspicion. There were three choices before me at this moment. Continue down the road and eventually make our way back to I-49’s endless stretch. Turn right and creep our way through the sleeping country of Natchitoches parish.
Or — as she just asked me — venture left onto a dirt road that I was certain had been clipped from a horror film and placed here to test college students who procrastinated during midterms.
“What
I had known Julie as a friend for the last 4 years. Julie was a 29 year old, natural beauty. She was about 5’8″, with silky brown hair, blue eyes, slender body, which showcased her perky medium-sized tits and tight little butt.
One evening at a party we somehow got into a conversation about sexual fantasies. Julie was normally a bit reserved talking about sex since she always behaved as a “good girl.” But this night she was already sipping down her third Long Island ice
I had known Julie as a friend for the last 4 years. Julie was a 29 year old, natural beauty. She was about 5’8″, with silky brown hair, blue eyes, slender body, which showcased her perky medium-sized tits and tight little butt.
One evening at a party we somehow got into a conversation about sexual fantasies. Julie was normally a bit reserved talking about sex since she always behaved as a “good girl.” But this night she was already sipping down her third Long Island ice
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