A light snow was falling, and the little girl with the tattered shawl had not sold a violet all day. She was sitting on a low garden wall, by a makeshift shop she had made out of a few sticks and cardboard boxes, playing shop and selling whatever she had found in the garden earlier. The violets were pretty, and she wasn't at all sad not having sold any, as s...
LETTER FROM PALO ALTO Dear Shoeblossom, My wife Lillian is also the keyholder to my Prince Albert piercing. Much of our time together my cock is struggling to erect against the cruel way it is locked in a bow shape against the piercing in my testicles... Lillian teases me a lot, and spends hours walking around in front of me wearing very little...demibras...
Whenever Darren told Clare he was going to have a party she was apprehensive, but quite excited too. It's not that she was invited to the parties. You couldn't describe it that way at all. She didn't get left out of things either. Clare was always the focal point of activities and she never knew quite what part she would have to play. Clare knew better than...
Foreword: This is a work of pure fantasy and goes back to when I was a teenager and had a HUGE crush on my mom's best friend. The Divorce happened, but unfortunately, I didn't get to help her through it. All persons engaged in sexual antics in this tale are at least 18, and all characters, while having a loose basis in reality, are of my own creation. FAI...