The author retains all copyright to and within this story. There is no sex so no need to affirm ages of characters. A slightly longer short story in this series than normal, and one which reflects my mood today, I guess. Enjoy – or not. ***** "Hey Dad, you have a minute?" I looked at my son, and felt that flash of pride that always went through me when...
Chapter 8 Girl Talk: The Stupid Bitch Story Note to male readers: This is the way girls talk to each other. It has very little sex and while many girls will think it's funny, most guys (except gays) will be bored. If you're looking for something to jack off too, this is not it. If you want to jack off, please read one of my other stories. Charlie's Nephew...
It had been a whole day since I had my encounter with professor Dunes, with her fine ass. Greg had asked me no less than five times what happened. I told him if he would have been on his job and not fucking off he would have known what happened. Even more so, he left me stranded after he got me jammed up. That was a fuck nigga move, but I couldn't be mad tho...
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The scrawny, balding man with a pointy nose and large ears cleared his throat. He was seated up on the dais wearing his black robe. He spoke in a low tone. "Will the jury foreperson please stand," he half asked, half instructed. A bronze-skinned woman wearing too many bangles and a lot of bright purple hair weave stood. The judge inquired, "Has the jury re...