Meet Suzanne Oliviers, a sixty-year-old French Canadian BBW living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Life after retirement has never looked so good. Standing five-foot-eight, curvy, with short, spiky silver hair and lively blue eyes behind horn-rimmed glasses, Suzanne is a busty, curvy, wide-hipped and big-bottomed dame who still makes the fellas smile wheneve...
Tags: (mc, f/f, fd, nc, Robots, tf) Disclaimer: The material below is for adults only; both sexual imagery and non-consensual relationships are included within. If you are for whatever reason offended by this material or are under the legal age in your area/country, kindly stop reading here and return when you are not so offended and are legally permitted...
Marge's Brother (Chapter 16 of The Whites, Copyright 2006 by IR Inc.) After barely exchanging more than a few words with her neighbors, the Whites, in the first few months after they'd moved in, Jo and Marge White had become fast friends. They went shopping together, swam in each other's pools--Marge often swam in the nude, something the more timid Jo had...
"There's someone out there for everyone, maybe even me," Artemis Patenaude said to herself, and the six-foot-tall, twenty-something, plump young French Canadian woman walked through the Rideau Shopping Center, smiling at all the happy couples. Men and women, women and women, men and men, folks of all hues, everyone looked happy. Fitting, as this was Valentin...
Three weeks had passed since Vanessa informed me of what she was going to do. Twenty-two days, in fact. I pleaded with her. I begged, I admit it. I told her that she didn't need to, that I didn't want her to. But she had decided long before she told me, and would not be swayed. When she left that night, I drank myself to sleep. It's been a little tense sinc...
April Beth Carson had just moved to Boston, MA from Oregon. The freckled face pale skinned, Bend born beauty had been trying to figure out why Jayden Cole never wanted to take things to the next level, or any level, it seemed. She saw the bright spark in his brown eyes whenever they passed each other in the halls of their apartment building; she loved the lo...
I rolled down my window as I drove through the warm summer night air. The fresh air felt wonderful but it did little to calm my nerves as I drove along the darkened road. I was torn by my desire to see him again and my fear of what he would do to me this time. The little butterflies in my stomach were working overtime now as I knew I was only minutes away fr...
Thank God it's Friday I thought as I arrived at the office. All was quiet and, unlike the last two days, Polly was not yet in when I got there. The first thing I did when I sat at my desk was to check my note of Polly's approved underwear for today. The note read as follows: "Fri - NO p - light bl. cot pet. - inside middle rear; skin col. bra - inside strap...
While Michele slept Bill drove home very carefully aware that he was drunk and glad he didn't have far to drive. It took him three attempts to get his key in the front door lock but eventually he made it inside to find his wife snoring on the couch and the TV tuned to an all night shopping channel with the volume muted. Her skirt had ridden up exposing the d...
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