Thomas and Isabel grew up in a small farming town in Pennsylvania. Thomas had dropped out of school at age 15, when his father passed, to work full time on the farm. Isabel had gone on to age 17 and at age 18 began teaching at the very school she had graduated from. **************************** Every year the Barn festival was held at a different farm. Th...
Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, awoke with a low moan to find a beautiful woman sucking his cock. Jen smiled up from his groin, his magic cock in her mouth, her large tits barely contained by the dress and leather corset that she wore. "What a nice way to wake up," he groaned, reaching down to run his hands through her blonde hair. He didn't care how s...
Writer’s Note: Even though I’ve had three “editors” read this before I submitted it, and they liked the ending, I’m not sure I like the ending. So all of you “critics” out there give me some feedback if you have some ideas that could have finished better… I can only learn with Your Help… Thanks Sport 7777 This story has a little bit of everything. Erotic C...
Derrin then slid his cock along Isabel's pussy. "Stop!" Isabel laughed, it felt so good but she wasn't sure she should take his virginity. Derrin didn't stop he just kept running the head of his cock along Isabel's slit, rolling it around her clit, then inside her hole slightly. Derrin started moaning. "Please let me. I need it. Please." He kept begging. F...
At sixteen they called Crysta piccola Sophia, for her resemblance to the young Sophia Loren. At thirty-nine she was beginning her third decade as the most beautiful woman not just in Scandicci, but all of Tuscany. One dreary September afternoon her husband, an industrialist, came home unexpectedly, caught her making love to the wife of a rival and threw her...
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XXII Harriett's travels around the world through her work meant that she knew hardly at all how life was at home at the flat. The long and detailed letters she received from Emma and less often from Charlotte were always several weeks late and usually forwarded from the last location she'd worked at. For instance, she might send a postcard home from her cur...
The Saturday morning after Isabel's entrancing soul-to-soul talk with Martha, the she-devil was back in her neighborhood church. Deep purple silk shorts hugged her sloping latina ass. Her gray jersey pin-tucked shirt with the caftan neckline showed the full dip of her breasts. The hem of the shirt clung nicely to her hips, allowing most of her short shorts t...
I forgot all about my would-be suitor on Saturday. We were consumed with birthday party plans, cake baking, and herding all the little kids. Mainly I hoped that no one in my family had heard I was in town. One of Tila's pre-school friends' mothers worked at the same clinic as my Mom but I didn't know if they were very well acquainted. I hoped not. I'd been...