Hello you naughty girls and boys. Well I confess it isn't a very original title. Maybe when it comes to the end I'll come up with a name for all of it and go back and create chapter titles. But seeing as people were interested in what happens next, here is the next installment of Mary and Abe. Having her ass licked is still quite new, but Mary knows she wan...
Derrick closed the last drawer in the Sleeper Plus cabin on the Winnipeg-Churchill train. The cabin had softer beds and more room to move than the last sleeper he was in, which was only a year ago. Still someone was missing. Madeline, the woman from Montana with the large and lovely ass. For the past year, Derrick had found that Floridian ladies, as well as...
She had textbooks scattered about, but she was messing around on her phone when he walked in. She looked up, startled, like she had been busted doing something she wasn’t supposed to do on the clock. “Can I help you?” she asked in a young, feminine, pleasant voice that matched her cute appearance as she tucked a flyaway piece of hair behind her right ear. S...
Anne hurried to her desk. The office looked half empty. She hoped that the majority of the staff was occupied in a meeting or elsewhere. Or, if she were very lucky, they would all be running late as well. Nothing had gone right. The water in her new house ran ice cold, the traffic was heavier than she'd expected, and she'd gotten lost twice trying to find he...
Steve Comer was in command. The hard-throwing right hander was pitching a masterpiece for the hometown Rangers and Dick Parker was a captivated viewer. Texas was pistol-whipping the hated Red Sox, 11-2, and Comer was in a zone, about to throw a complete game. The sounds of victory rang out loudly in the cavernous Temple Junior College cafeteria. Dick wa...
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Once again this is not a stroke piece but a different sort of love story that deals with fate, design and a master plan. Marti Dodson, the lead singer for the pop/rock group "Saving Jane" ---and they do know how to rock --- has penned (or co-written) a hauntingly authentic series of songs that deal with teenage female angst. The group's first hit, "Girl Nex...
by BrettJ © 2014 All of my young life, I've been a straight shooter. I've never understood "players" and I've never even pretended to be one. I've been enjoying a very happy and pleasant sex life since turning 18. Because I was raised to be honest and forthcoming, I treat women with respect. For the most part, they in turn, give me that respect back. When...
Now my father was away looking for something to do, and on this night I woke from thirst. The hour was late and there was no traffic noise at all. The sound of crickets played against the conspicuously absent noises of the street. Strangely, there was a light on in the living room. I thought I heard whispering voices, a feminine giggle, could that be my moth...
I check my image in the pocket sized mirror that I've stuck to the back of my locker door. My short dark hair is neatly combed, the dark circles around my blackish brown eyes are not noticeable. There isn't a speck of make up on my brown skin because I don't bother with them. I have applied only enough lip balm to prevent my lips from getting chapped. In...