Marsha Wellington was a pretty 35-year-old with long black hair. Her face was beautiful, 34b, 24, 38 body was still desirable to most men even after two children. While she felt that her hips were a little large, her ass was still sexy in what her husband referred to as a “J-Lo fashion”.
Marsha and her husband John had taken their two children on vacation for spring break.
They had had a wonderful time and were beginning their trip back home when car problems delayed them. Not to
The town, like most near the center of the world, was on the Bosphorus. It lay near a full days ride north of Istanbul. I’d come with a small troop of no more than ten, as I did whenever I left the city walls.
I’d just been appointed special assistant to the grand vizier of the Sultan, and had only been back in the safe structure of the Empire for less than half a year when my first appointment called me to the town of Rumeli.
Leaving the confounds of the palace seemed wonderful
George and Carol had been married for just over ten years. They’d originally wanted children but nothing had happened yet and, basically, the idea had gradually slipped from their minds.
Because they had no family commitments, it meant that they were able to devote time to their local community – especially charitable organisations. George had been asked by two different political parties to stand in local elections, but he had declined the invitations.
George, tall dark and handsome,
“Beep, beep, beep.” The damn alarm clock screams to wake me up for my first day back at college. I wasn’t looking forward to going back for my second semester. I had extremely hard classes scheduled. I had to take my highest math class, my highest science course, and my highest English course, all in one semester. By the time I was out of the shower, my Mom was heading out. My Mom was an English professor at my college. She taught an advanced English course, which I thankfully
Since she was very young Robin was fascinated with the male body. Growing up she was lucky enough to catch her stepbrother masturbating while she hid in the closet and was initiated to the secret world of males. The image of him, the unabashed pleasure he took in his own body, the ripple of an orgasm and the loud primal moaning as his seed burst from the head of his penis, began an obsession in her for the rest of her life.
As she grew older her fascination with male genitalia grew. She
I am the youngest of five children, all girls. My oldest sister got pregnant very young, and I was 7 when my oldest niece, Holly, was born. She and I have always been close, a number of people have commented that we are very similar people. Four years ago she and her whole family moved back east when her dad got a new job. She and I have stayed in touch, by email and the occasional phone call.
Holly was always very cute, very tall (6’1″ last time I saw her) and willowy with long
Erin watched her son with some concern, he had a limp and it wasn’t the first time she had noticed some things about him, the odd bruise on an arm or a leg, what looked like a bruises around his handsome young face. She had approached him a few times about them, but he had been evasive in his answers and always tried to change the subject or left the conversation.
Today he had arrived home with a decided concerted look on his face, he moved slower than usual; but Erin greeted him as she
Hi! My name’s Ellie. I used to live pretty wild and stupid, but then I had a baby and I decided to try and be smarter. Inside, though, I’m still as impulsive and hungry as ever. Sometimes to help myself work through my drive without acting out, I sit down to write about it.
Today I wanna tell you about Stephen.
So you get the picture, I’m eighteen with long dark hair and brown eyes that shift between chestnut and mahogany depending on the light. I’m in good shape, but
The moans and squeals coming from the room above Melissa’s bedroom were doing several things to her: 1. keeping her awake — which she really wasn’t minding — and 2. making her incredibly horny. The two nymphs, Brittany and Lori, had moved in several weeks ago and every night since they moved in, they were like this. The girls on the second floor were completely insatiable.
Their landlady lay in bed and listened to the pair, lightly massaging her inner thighs, sometimes
You know the saying—and I’m sure I date myself by saying this—”I want to marry a girl like the one that married Dad?” Well, that holds true for me. I come from a big, traditional Italian family—Dad worked and was head of the house, Mom was at home in the kitchen (and pregnant for the most part). We didn’t have much money, but we were never hungry, and because there were seven kids, we had a lot of fun. I always assumed that when I got married, I would have the same kind
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