Val slid her somewhat sore ass onto the driver's seat of her 7-year old Beemer. It had been the one extravagant purchase since her first big advance check rolled in from, "The Killer Smoked Camels," the first in a series of moderately successful Robert Preston mystery novels. Val, nee Robert Preston, was not an impetuous spender, nor was she impetuous on muc...
As Tim added inch after inch, slowly taking his time, stretching his new slut, driving deep into Emma's tight twitching arse, she moaned with the pain like a wounded animal. He loved the supremely tight fit as he slid forward into her, bit by bit. His sweaty ball sack finally rested on Charlies face, each of his big balls settling into Charlies eyes sockets...
My wife, Jean, is a smart, successful business woman and highly respected in her chosen profession. One would never guess that in our private life she's highly sexual and loves to act like a slut. She needs a lot of attention and keeps me horny by wearing sexy lingerie, revealing clothes and showing off her body to me in provocative ways. I have always been...
As much as the previous evening and morning were incredible, yet confusing, the day at work was pleasantly normal. My mind really needed it to try to get a handle on what had happened, and this apparently new relationship with both Linda and Emily. I tried texting my wife a number of times, and the only thing I got back was "shopping... wait till I get hom...
©2013 angelface195 all rights reserved Here are the characters: The Cassidy's Matthew: The Patriarch Helen: His wife Hayley: Their youngest daughter Samantha: Their middle daughter who is married to actor Brandon Mitchell Denise: Eldest daughter married to Daniel Worth Jonah: Eldest child and only son -- he is married to Quinn Son in law's Brandon...
I hope you enjoy this work of fictional horror. Eveything in this story is one hundred percent fiction and in no way depicts an real event or place. It is a fantasy, not reality. * I seem to have startled you. No, I am not a doctor. I am Death. Only you can see me. I am your final comfort and your last nightmare. We have a few moments before you beg...
We had been at our activities for less than two hours, but I thought the night would surely end now. Ellen was sitting crossed legged amidst three supine, spent men, showing no worse the wear other than her hair needed to be combed. One of us gave a sigh of contentment. Ellen heard it and responded with a challenge, "Don't tell me you cock sucking cum eater...
Chapter 1: Memory Lane "I'd punch two clowns and kick a mime for a freaking drink right now," Shawn groaned. "I know. You've said this twice now baby, but we are almost there," consoled Vanessa, giving her man a sympathetic smile. The muggy summer night was uncomfortable and oppressive even with the top down on her skimmer. Even the wind was hot on their...
Swirling in front of the full-length mirror, admiring myself, I checked out the "little black dress" that all well-dressed women must have in order to complete a well-rounded wardrobe. A slight flared hem stopping just north of my knees, matching heels and a single strand around my slender neck completed the picture. I'd had my hair piled-up earlier at the...
Chapter5 Routine What a way to start the day! It's a dull day rainy morning and we started it with a "don't waste the woody" sex. A nice slow cuddly fuck. When we finished screwing Helen went to the bathroom, then returned, knelt beside the bed and presented me with 'the basket'. It contains her pink velvet set. I swing my legs so I'm sitting on the edge o...