"Knock...knock!" "Who's there?" "Andy!" "Andy who?" "Andy's got breakfast for you." Shit! thought Bree, laying in bed listening to the corny exchange of words. As always, she had waken up feeling horny. What time is it? She crawled over Debbie, and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Ouch! Her pussy hurt. She stumbled to the full length window, and...
Tulani giggled. "Well, that must have been a sight." The males of the family had already left for the morning. "It was kind of adorable." Elunara was trying to coax a spoon of food into Lulu's mouth. "Are you after Lulu?" "No, I'm taking a day off. My hands are cramped to hell." "After I feed the monster, I'll give you a massage." "That would be lovely...
First kiss, first fuck, first this, first that. They say you never forget your first time. Firsts create memorable imprints that often remain with us forever. Whether you lull in the warm glow of your embellished memory of that first time, like I'm doing here, or cringe in embarrassment at the fiasco is not the point. Either way these experiences can have a...
December 4, 1997 Finally! After more than forty-five minutes of circling Philadelphia International Airport Savannah breathed a sigh of relief as she made her way to the baggage claim area. Her eyes scanned the crowd searching for the driver she'd hired for her time here. In the last six months since beginning the rapid expansion of her design business she'...
When I entered the room with their drinks on the tray I was carrying I thought I would be pleasing to my husband. I made sure that my skirt was properly adjusted the way he likes me to wear skirts in the house. He insists that my rear not be covered below my tight little hole, insists that he have instant access to it if he wants to use it for his pleasure....
We ate a quiet breakfast; fresh bagels, coffee and the Sunday paper. Sharon and I sat at either end of the living room couch amidst the green foliage, our feet and toes often touching. After she’d gotten up and refilled our coffees, Sharon sat at my end of the couch and languorously wound herself around me. We seemed to fit so well together, there were rarel...
I'm Debby Wright, but most of my friends call me "Debby Dare." I'm a buxom lass, with big beautiful tits, a big round killer ass, a three pack (half a six pack), sculptured thighs, naturally blond hair, blue eyes, and a usually moist hairless pussy; and extremely humble (ha, ha). I must have the gene that craves excitement because - to re-state the obvious...
Kentucky is known for three perfect things: the Kentucky Derby in May (the world's best horse race), Kentucky Bourbon (the world's best drink), and, of course, Kentucky Basketball (the world's best college basketball program). In Kentucky, all boys grow up wanting to play basketball for UK. It's like a law or something. Of course, almost none of us make it,...
It was after midnight when Michael walked into the house, the smell of burnt pizza and margaritas slapping into his nose. He shook off a cold shiver as he shrugged out of his heavy coat and ran the snow from his wavy brown hair with his fingers. He could hear his sister, Sarah, and her friends cackling down the hall in her bedroom and felt the irritation he...
Last season of high school tennis, for me that is, last match, last swing. Scanning the crowd I look for father, absent. Sammy gives me a small wave, I return with a wink then face my opponent; a strong blonde woman standing in opposition to me waiting for a serve. The ball goes up, and then the racket, massive connection and the ball zips from me. First bou...