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Candy talks Maya into her first stage apperance.
We had just returned from my old place to find that we had unexpected visitors, and to boot they were on nice heavy bikes. They also had a couple military grade transport vehicles with them. I had no idea how many there were, but there had to be at least thirty, maybe even more. Max, Maya and Candy decided to follow me to see what was happening; I let them follow me, surmising that being by my side was probably the safest place for them.
We made our way around the house. I was happy to see that there was not yet a brawl, but things didn"t look completely friendly either. Two walls of men had formed, on one side was my gang led by Domenic and Ed, and on the other was a large group of bikers wearing colours I had never seen before. I hollered in my best drill voice: "What is happening here?"
We had just returned from my old place to find that we had unexpected visitors, and to boot they were on nice heavy bikes. They also had a couple military grade transport vehicles with them. I had no idea how many there were, but there had to be at least thirty, maybe even more. Max, Maya and Candy decided to follow me to see what was happening; I let them follow me, surmising that being by my side was probably the safest place for them.
We made our way around the house. I was happy to see that there was not yet a brawl, but things didn”t look completely friendly either. Two walls of men had formed, on one side was my gang led by Domenic and Ed, and on the other was a large group of bikers wearing colours I had never seen before. I hollered in my best drill voice: “What is happening here?” Read more »
Just for fun.
My name is Dan. I am a Massuer, and I am damn good at what I do.
I am, just like you, a pervert. There is nothing I like more than to get some gal who doesn't know me from Adam to give in, lay back, spread her legs and let me fiddle around, pet, look, stick my fingers inside and feel all the secrets.
Sometimes they are sneaking out on their hubby or boyfriend to get a little of what they are missing at home. Often the boyfriend is present and watching, getting his jollies while I fingerfuck his lady right in front of him.
My name is Dan. I am a Massuer, and I am damn good at what I do.
I am, just like you, a pervert. There is nothing I like more than to get some gal who doesn’t know me from Adam to give in, lay back, spread her legs and let me fiddle around, pet, look, stick my fingers inside and feel all the secrets.
Sometimes they are sneaking out on their hubby or boyfriend to get a little of what they are missing at home. Often the boyfriend is present and watching, getting his jollies while I fingerfuck his lady right in front of him. Read more »
Terry's sister comes to stay.
"Please read, teaching her sister, to see how we got to this point. The next part is, Sister learns to love, should be posted about the same time, I hope! Again the spelling is bad and so is the grammar. If it upsets you don't read any farther! Other wise enjoy, Sam."
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I sipped my coffee then moved over kissing Terry, "Are you ok?"
"Oh yes baby! Twice in an hour Hell yes! I'm fine!"
"Good I'm going to shower." I turned to Mary, "One more thing! No paints. You can wear any thing you want to but paints."
“Please read, teaching her sister, to see how we got to this point. The next part is, Sister learns to love, should be posted about the same time, I hope! Again the spelling is bad and so is the grammar. If it upsets you don’t read any farther! Other wise enjoy, Sam.”
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I sipped my coffee then moved over kissing Terry, “Are you ok?”
“Oh yes baby! Twice in an hour Hell yes! I’m fine!”
“Good I’m going to shower.” I turned to Mary, “One more thing! No paints. You can wear any thing you want to but paints.” Read more »
Their road relationship continues.
When Sarah awaken that morning what she really wanted to do was roll over and go back to sleep. The reason? It was that day, the day all women dreaded. No it wasn't Super Bowl Sunday; it wasn't even National Weigh In day. It was July 14, 2003, that's right it was Sarah's (gasp) 30th birthday.
Silently moaning to herself, Sarah wished today was over, not just over but she wished it had never happened. Unfortunately that didn't cut it and she knew she would have to get out of bed soon anyway. For now Sarah knew the best way to start this day was with an intense orgasm and she knew all the right buttons to push.
When Sarah awaken that morning what she really wanted to do was roll over and go back to sleep. The reason? It was that day, the day all women dreaded. No it wasn’t Super Bowl Sunday; it wasn’t even National Weigh In day. It was July 14, 2003, that’s right it was Sarah’s (gasp) 30th birthday.
Silently moaning to herself, Sarah wished today was over, not just over but she wished it had never happened. Unfortunately that didn’t cut it and she knew she would have to get out of bed soon anyway. For now Sarah knew the best way to start this day was with an intense orgasm and she knew all the right buttons to push. Read more »
She gets a little crazy dancing.
Okay, here's the story about the first time I really took my exhibitionism to the next level. I had spent the summer after graduation from high school getting more comfortable with my new fetish. I would wear sexier clothes out at night and even during the day. I would sometimes "accidentally" flash someone on the street or in a store. I almost never wore panties, and skirts and dresses replaced jeans and shorts as my usual outfit. I was thinking more about my body and started to work out everyday. I got in really good shape and I really loved the way I looked.
Okay, here’s the story about the first time I really took my exhibitionism to the next level. I had spent the summer after graduation from high school getting more comfortable with my new fetish. I would wear sexier clothes out at night and even during the day. I would sometimes “accidentally” flash someone on the street or in a store. I almost never wore panties, and skirts and dresses replaced jeans and shorts as my usual outfit. I was thinking more about my body and started to work out everyday. I got in really good shape and I really loved the way I looked. Read more »
PTA Mom exposes the neighbors to each other.
It wasn't late but the kids were in bed and my wife, Dina, and I sat at the island in the kitchen, thumbing through the week's magazines. It was a pleasant end to the day, me holding a cold Sam Adams and Dina idly swirling a glass of Merlot. I was also enjoying the view. She looked great, just back from a meeting, wearing a sharp, black, executive-looking pantsuit, her thick, chin-length dark brown hair swept back stylishly from her face, which had traces of sweetness in it that she almost obscured with a constant expression of pent-up sarcasm. I was wondering how she would look wearing nothing but that new pair of tiny, black-framed reading glasses she had on, when she noticed my stare and spat, "What are you looking at," in way that might have intimidated me if I hadn't known her for so many years.
It wasn’t late but the kids were in bed and my wife, Dina, and I sat at the island in the kitchen, thumbing through the week’s magazines. It was a pleasant end to the day, me holding a cold Sam Adams and Dina idly swirling a glass of Merlot. I was also enjoying the view. She looked great, just back from a meeting, wearing a sharp, black, executive-looking pantsuit, her thick, chin-length dark brown hair swept back stylishly from her face, which had traces of sweetness in it that she almost obscured with a constant expression of pent-up sarcasm. I was wondering how she would look wearing nothing but that new pair of tiny, black-framed reading glasses she had on, when she noticed my stare and spat, “What are you looking at,” in way that might have intimidated me if I hadn’t known her for so many years. Read more »
Abby gets exposed while her husband watches.
"Abby please come into the family room I need your help."
She was out in the kitchen getting drinks for my friends. It was poker night, and it was a hot summer night too. Abby wasn't a player, but she liked my friends, especially Mike and Josh.
"Ok what's going on? Why is everybody smiling?"
I didn't even turn around to look at her, instead I was concentrating on the cards in my hand and the pile of chips in the middle of the table. I didn't have to look, I let the other guys give her the attention she deserved. I still the vision in my head from when we were getting dressed. With her slender legs and the way her ass nicely rounded out her loose khaki shorts how could anyone forget?. And those large breasts, covered just right by a soft halter top that tied at the back of her neck and around the middle of her back. When I say just right, I mean that there was enough exposed that made you stare as long as you could get away with it. And the fabric was thin enough to let you know that her nipples were about the same diameter as the poker chips on the table. Just before the game started she sat with us for a few minutes, barefoot and with one leg completely bent so that her left foot was planted right on the chair against her crotch. Whether she knew or not, we could see right inside the opening of her shorts, and I admired as I knew my friends could also see the detail of the flowered pattern of her panties.
“Abby please come into the family room I need your help.”
She was out in the kitchen getting drinks for my friends. It was poker night, and it was a hot summer night too. Abby wasn’t a player, but she liked my friends, especially Mike and Josh.
“Ok what’s going on? Why is everybody smiling?”
I didn’t even turn around to look at her, instead I was concentrating on the cards in my hand and the pile of chips in the middle of the table. I didn’t have to look, I let the other guys give her the attention she deserved. I still the vision in my head from when we were getting dressed. With her slender legs and the way her ass nicely rounded out her loose khaki shorts how could anyone forget?. And those large breasts, covered just right by a soft halter top that tied at the back of her neck and around the middle of her back. When I say just right, I mean that there was enough exposed that made you stare as long as you could get away with it. And the fabric was thin enough to let you know that her nipples were about the same diameter as the poker chips on the table. Just before the game started she sat with us for a few minutes, barefoot and with one leg completely bent so that her left foot was planted right on the chair against her crotch. Whether she knew or not, we could see right inside the opening of her shorts, and I admired as I knew my friends could also see the detail of the flowered pattern of her panties. Read more »
Sex in the sun is twice as fun.
"**This is the 4th and final chapter in the Moving Day series. If you haven't read the others, or it's been a while since you have, take the time to explore the previous chapters and this one will make a lot more sense. Comments are always welcomed and public comments are highly encouraged!
Thanks for reading the series....hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. The Darkness**"
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The trip back to the hotel had my mind reeling. Never in my whole life had I imagined I'd find a girl like Chrysta and never did I imagine that if such a girl did exist that Id pick her up on a whim as I'm leaving one life and trying to start another. The events of the past several hours kept replaying in my mind. The first thought I had of her pulling out a gun and splattering his grey-matter all over the highway was replaced by the look in her dazzling eyes as they turned from sparkling to sultry in the matter of a second. Her demure curiosity was brought back to the fore-front of my thoughts and one clear sentence rang in my head over the din of the pictures and memories, "what am I going to do with this creature beside me?" A second, stronger inner voice simply replied "whatever you want to."
“**This is the 4th and final chapter in the Moving Day series. If you haven’t read the others, or it’s been a while since you have, take the time to explore the previous chapters and this one will make a lot more sense. Comments are always welcomed and public comments are highly encouraged!
Thanks for reading the series….hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. The Darkness**”
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The trip back to the hotel had my mind reeling. Never in my whole life had I imagined I’d find a girl like Chrysta and never did I imagine that if such a girl did exist that Id pick her up on a whim as I’m leaving one life and trying to start another. The events of the past several hours kept replaying in my mind. The first thought I had of her pulling out a gun and splattering his grey-matter all over the highway was replaced by the look in her dazzling eyes as they turned from sparkling to sultry in the matter of a second. Her demure curiosity was brought back to the fore-front of my thoughts and one clear sentence rang in my head over the din of the pictures and memories, “what am I going to do with this creature beside me?” A second, stronger inner voice simply replied “whatever you want to.” Read more »
Putting on a show to lure in a sexy roommate.
The door to my room was wide open. I'd left it that way intentionally because I knew that Grant would come out into the living room at 7:00 on the dot to watch his favorite program. Lucky for me, he always sat in the same chair. The one that gave him a perfect view into my room… and of my bed.
Our college had instituted a new policy of co-ed dorms at the beginning of the year. Not only would members of the opposite sex live in the same dorm building, but they would also be interspersed throughout the rooms so you could have any combination of gender to each four room suite. I'd hit the jackpot. Out of the four in my suit, I was the only girl. Grant, Thomas, and Evan were my roommates. Of the three, Grant floated my boat more than the other two.
The door to my room was wide open. I’d left it that way intentionally because I knew that Grant would come out into the living room at 7:00 on the dot to watch his favorite program. Lucky for me, he always sat in the same chair. The one that gave him a perfect view into my room… and of my bed.
Our college had instituted a new policy of co-ed dorms at the beginning of the year. Not only would members of the opposite sex live in the same dorm building, but they would also be interspersed throughout the rooms so you could have any combination of gender to each four room suite. I’d hit the jackpot. Out of the four in my suit, I was the only girl. Grant, Thomas, and Evan were my roommates. Of the three, Grant floated my boat more than the other two. Read more »
Dawn & housemate make some new friends.
"The events in this story follow on from the holiday recounted in A New Dawn, Chapters 1-6."
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I was in my second year at University. After the adventures of the summer, the first couple of months had been quiet. Because I had got back late from my summer holidays, by the time I came up to Birmingham most people on my course had sorted out their accommodation. I ended up sharing with two lads in the same position, Alex and Paul. Alex was the course loner. He always sat alone, didn't speak to anyone and seemed to wear brown jumpers, no matter what the weather. Paul was in with the football crowd, but we didn't see much of him. He had a girlfriend back home and went home every week. We shared a typical student house – a three-bedroom terraced house in the poorer part of town. The boys were messy and I despaired of the filth and washing-up sometimes.
“The events in this story follow on from the holiday recounted in A New Dawn, Chapters 1-6.”
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I was in my second year at University. After the adventures of the summer, the first couple of months had been quiet. Because I had got back late from my summer holidays, by the time I came up to Birmingham most people on my course had sorted out their accommodation. I ended up sharing with two lads in the same position, Alex and Paul. Alex was the course loner. He always sat alone, didn’t speak to anyone and seemed to wear brown jumpers, no matter what the weather. Paul was in with the football crowd, but we didn’t see much of him. He had a girlfriend back home and went home every week. We shared a typical student house – a three-bedroom terraced house in the poorer part of town. The boys were messy and I despaired of the filth and washing-up sometimes. Read more »