--(--(--(Author's Warning: This Story Takes Place After Sal Marcano's Death, and Assumes Lincoln Ruled New Bordeaux With All Three Original Underbosses, But Never Lost Father Jame's Affection Or Friendship. The Districts Assigned To Each Underboss Is Represented By My Own Choices During My Playthrough In-Game)--)--)-- (Paradiso Hotel and Casino, Six Months...
Sarah (30 yrs.) is the former wife (44-24-36) of a U.S., state senator. She owns a penthouse in the city who is a cheap looking, bleach-blonde. She is a big fan of college wrestling, but never goes to any of the meets. She watches every live competition on "YouTube" and follows the athletes on social media. Sarah was looking at several hot wrestlers during...
Waiting for a flight isn't usually fun but on this day Lincoln would find out different. Arriving at the airport for a flight to Vegas for a little R&R, he wasn't surprised to see how busy it was. Long lines trailed away from the ticket counters. Thankfully he already had his ticket printed. The lines through the TSA screening were pretty long but he didn'...
We were very well off. My husband Ang owned a successful Italian restaurant, which was patronized by several members of the mob. We had a seventeen-room house in the affluent suburb of town and our neighbors were doctors and business executives. Seventeen-foot cathedral ceilings in the living room and entrance with windows rising all the way to the top. A l...
"Coming downtown is getting to be an ordeal," Frank Baker complains. "You can't pass a traffic light without these damn black kids forcing their services on you." Frank is sitting at a red light behind the wheel of his big cream colored Lincoln, his wife June beside him. They're middle-age suburbanites on their way to Baltimore's Little Italy for dinner. Th...
You're scrolling through your text messages, trying not to be too obvious about it. Mrs. Beachum had threatened to take your phone on sight if she caught you with it again, but in your seat at the back of the class you're not too worried. Taytay: Last night was so awesome!! Taytay: I just wish my stupid parents hadn’t come home early >:( Taytay: Maybe ne...
Dorothy could actually hear her own labored breathing. Wasn't anyone going to say anything? Had the fact that she had been pretty much improvising from the get-go been that obvious? Had her exhausting performance been that transparent? Then, the sound staged erupted in loud applause, hoots, yells and ear-piercing wolf whistles. Quentin was the first one to...
\NOTE: This is a sequel to a previous story, "Foxy Teacher." For background and additional descriptions, see that story. * Selma Fox smiled as she looked out at her Senior English pupils on the second day of class. It wasn't that they were all such outstanding students, because they were actually pretty ordinary. What brought about the smile was her memor...
Category proved to be a typical dance club. True to form it housed a plethora of scantily clad women, smooth talking shot girls, handsome bartenders, and a broad selection of attractive singles. Trying to avoid the strobe lights blaring directly into her eyes Seph led Sera to a corner table. Scanning the crowd Seph looked for her physical ideal in a man. She...
Edited by Gustavca ***** As jet after jet of my sperm began overfilling the spasming pussy of a woman who was not my wife, my mind was screaming: "This was not supposed to happen, even on a Midsummer's night!!" Let's go back a few days to try and understand how everything went wrong somehow. Each year for the past seven years, on the closest week-end to M...