Chapter 6 Hitchhikers Manual Entry # 7539287287.2 Category: Language Language is, at base, a mind-bogglingly useful device for sentient beings to give instructions to each other regarding various tasks that need performing. It also serves to enable sentient beings to feign sympathy, affection and other mind-sets likely to put one's fellow beings at ease a...
I tied to do my best to make this tale as possibly good as i can but there might be a few errors. The story can be a little confusing at the beginning but i promise i will explain everything in the later parts. Until then just enjoy the story. ***** PART-1—SANDY'S MOTHER GET FUCKED BY DR. HARVARD BALLS DEEP AND HE TRANSFORM HER INTO SOMETHING ENTIRELY DIFF...
I'm a married man in my mid 40's married to a woman who fits the bill as the typical cute soccer Mom next door. Cindy is 10 years younger than I and aging and child bearing has only improved her looks & figure. She's 5'4", about 120#, and wears a 34c bra which she fills nicely. Her nipples are erect much of the time, aroused or not, which may times show thro...
When I met Kivvy, I was in my late twenties and working as a youth pastor at a large evangelical church. Not the youth pastor, just an assistant youth pastor, a position I'd felt stuck in for five years. I did my best for the kids, but they didn't find me very interesting. I'm tall and plain-looking. I have a slow, serious way of talking. I can't tell jokes....
It was the fall of 2001. Some of my girlfriends and I had decided to go to a local professional wrestling event. The main event that night was between somebody named Buff Bagwell and this massive guy named Onyx. If anyone reads this and remembers that card, you'll remember me. It was not this match that got to me. Actually it was a match much earlier in the...
I wipe away the sleep from my eyes as I stare at the ceiling, What the Fuck, I thought to myself as I sat up looking over at the clock. "Fuck, it's three thirty in the morning." I say to Tuesday, my orange tabby sitting at the foot of the bed. The bass line kicked every couple of seconds. Boom da da Boom! This is why I hate apartments, I should of taken my s...
Lauren was on cloud nine as she was awakened by a trail of kisses on her neck and down to her 40D breasts. Large white hands molded the caramel colored globes and Lauren smiled and licked her lips. Zach's lips then traveled over her navel and swirled the jewelry from her piercing with his tongue. His hands stayed on her breasts as he spread her legs with his...
Scurrying as fast as she could out of Carlos' apartment, Andrea hurriedly made her way through the darkened streets of the rough neighborhood until she got to her car. Her head spinning wildly as she drove home, Andrea felt the need to roll down the driver's side window so a constant gust of cool air could splash across her face to help her stay focused on...
from an idea by Dahlia57 Kira loved to socialize, especially with people from India when she was in France or from France and nearby countries when she was in India : probably some deep longing. She had established a custom of having a kitty party every two months mostly for the women she had met on the plane to or from Paris. In order not to give up her co...
One night I was surfing the web and found myself browsing the Yahoo personal ads. Some of the ads women had put up were simply hilarious, and the things they were apparently looking for in men were absurd. I laughed my ass off the entire night reading these ads. They all seemed the same, these women claiming they wanted a man who was loving, kind, honest, si...