In an alternate world, the constant threat of attacks by terrorists and criminals caused the public to become increasingly frightened. This fear pressed the government to create new regulations to help the people to feel more safe. Strangely, the government found that terrorist and criminal attacks were committed by females much more often than males. This r...
It’s a foggy day. You sit on a bench peering into the fog for the yellow paint of your school bus, when a black SUV emerges from the white mist. A friendly looking blonde girl pokes her head out and shouts, “Hey John, get in!” This is Sarah, one of your best and oldest friends. You’ve known each other since the first grade and have been best friends since. Y...
before we begin pls note the I'm trying to write the chapters as short as I can, so you and I can read or write it quicker, and the I'm publicing 2 or 3 chapters at the same time and somtime in the future i will link up every book but idk when thet will happen Its bin a year sinds i went to highschool, and here I'm at University in my new room. I still haven...
Oh yes oh yes oooh.... i moan as i pump 2 fingers in my bald wet cunt as i fantasize about a ridged cock filling my wet snatch. I pick up the pace and feverishly finger fuck my self faster and faster to an explosive body shaking, convulsing orgasm oh and im a huge gusher/squirter laying in my bed its about 8 am on a Saturday im naked, shiny with sweat and my...
Sie war ein schönes Mädchen, groß und dünn, 5,5 Fuß groß, mit langen athletischen Beinen. Barbs Brüste waren mehr als nur eine Handvoll und hatte prominente Brustwarzen, die durch ihr T-Shirt stachen. Barbs braunes Haar war lang und ihre braunen Augen funkelten, fast schwarz. Völlig gefesselt, war ich sofort in sie verliebt. Ich denke, der Besitz der Bar war...
Izzy was a housewife. It was something she had always really wanted to be. Some people made fun of her or ridiculed her for it, but she didn't really care. She knew she was smart, smarter then most of the people she knew. Yes, she knew she could have done half a dozen different things with her life, but being a housewife and a mom was the one thing she wante...
Once upon a time, there was a special school. Let's call it Sheetwood High. It was special because, for a lack of explanation, the town of Sheetwood and even it's surrounding county was a queer place. Many said Sheetwood girls were just different than other girls, and they were right. Because Sheetwood high schools and colleges, should the statistics have be...
It is an ordinary day of your last year at highschool. You are so bored and sleepy today that you just want this day to be over and go home. Autumn weather doesn't help much, it's cloudy and rainy. "Man, just one more hour and we can finally leave this place!" said Tom, your good pal. "Where are all the girls anyway, are they skipping classes?...
Begleitet von lautstarkem Johlen und Pfeifen besteigt Jessica in ihrer blauroten Cheerleaderuniform den Bus des gegnerischen Basketballteams. Der schwarze Busfahrer kratzt sich am Kinn und starrt begehrlich auf das junge Mädchen. Sie trägt ein kurzes Miniröckchen, unter dem schöne, knackige Schenkel hervorlugen. Das bauchfreie Top, das sie dazu anhat, umspan...
Fair warning: There's (almost) no sex in this sex in this story. ***** My Dad shot himself when I was eight years old. Felt like I had to get that out there. When I look back, and try to gauge how much loss I felt at the death of my father, I find myself reluctantly thinking that the loss wasn't that great. In many ways we had already been losing him, e...