Scott Nelson felt a tightening in his groin as he watched Brenda casually undress. When she pulled her sweater over her shoulders, her young tits bobbed freely on her chest. Shed been braless, and that in itself was exciting to the forty-eight-year-old man. Her tits were like ripe pears perched on her slender chest, firm and a luscious pink.
Fields Pedigrees wasnt what Stella Burnside expected. The forty year old divorcee had picked the dog breeders name out of the phone book, and she expected to find a pet shop, or at least a kennel, at the address listed in the yellow pages. Instead, she found a sparkling white, old-fashioned wood-frame house, nestled calmly in the center of a residential block, looking no different from any of the other houses. The voluptuous black-haired woman checked the envelope on which she had jotted down the address, and she reviewed the directions that the young man had given her over the phone. Then she squinted carefully at the address over the green wood door to the white house. It all checked out — this pleasantly homey looking house must be Fields Pedigrees, even though there wasnt so much as a sign outside.
I understand theres an apartment for rent over this store.
The Schaffer family was all smiles on this particular Friday afternoon. They were leaving for their annual summer vacation. Their bags were packed, the SUV loaded, and all that remained was for them to load themselves up. Every year they took a weeklong road trip with no fixed destination. They just simply picked a direction and went. As they pulled out of the driveway Amanda Schaffer noticed out of the corner of her eye that her son Ryan was starring at her.
I unpacked my bag, stripped out of my travel clothes. Naked with only a towel around me I wandered down the passage to the bathroom for a well deserved shower. Once I had thoroughly soaped and washed my travel weary body I let the warm water cascade over my naked body, thinking of all the things that I had heard and seen since I had arrived at Plantation House. Taking more shower gel I started to play with my waking cock. With my thoughts, the shower gel and giving my penis a hand, I was soon at full erection, all four inches of manhood. I had to relieve the pent up sexual tension of the evening and continued to wank my cock in the shower until with a stomach muscle spasm I orgasmed and ejaculated against the glass of the shower cubicle. My ample cum ran languidly down the glass. I was totally relaxed and ready for bed.
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It was January 1985 and I was your normal 15 year old. Always full of energy and ready to do anything fun and exciting. One of my favorite things to do was hiking and camping in the mountains near our house. Ever since I was born, our family would always take trips up to the mountains to hunt & fish. We would spend days camped in a tent next to our favorite lake. This year we didnt get to take our usual trip due to my dads job. My mother could tell I was depressed because I looked forward to this trip all year. Mom and I have always been very close. She wakes me up and puts me to bed every night with a hug and a kiss. Shes an attractive woman, but I never really thought about her in a sexual way. Dont get me wrong, like most boys I tried to catch the occasional peek at her when she was changing or getting out of the shower. She still had big firm tits and a well-rounded ass. Her long black hair and green eyes were a family trait that all the women in our family had. I guess I would say she was average weight and height. One day, as I sat down to breakfast mom dropped a little surprise on me.
This is the story of a girl who is a fine upright college student . She is five foot eight inches tall. Has dark brown eyes along with mid-level dark black hair. In her third year of collage, if you ask around for her most people wouldnt even know who your talking about.
My mother and I had been living alone in our small house in the country side for as long as I can remember. We only had each other (although our recent addition was a little kitten called princess) and always got along perfectly with little to no fighting, we hugged alot and spoke about everything. She would always demand a kiss on her cheek before I left for school in the mornings and another before going to sleep. I was 15 at the time with average looks, my mother was in her late 50s. She had long blonde hair down to her shoulders and a curvy figure, a little bit chubby. Back then there was not much sexuality in the air among the other kids at my school, some of us would still giggle at words such as penis and vagina, others had a partner but would only ever go as far as kissing and holding hands. We didnt have playboy mags or the internet for porn. Summer holidays came and I decided to stay at home with my mother to just sit back and relax with some television and soda, most of my friends all went to camps or trips; I honestly couldnt wait to just stay at home and do nothing. I didnt have to worry about homework, I didnt have to worry about getting up early to get ready for school, I didnt have to worry about anything.
Today most middle-class professional people maintain a respectable manner, obscuring the ferment signifying social change in which large numbers of them are engaged.
I’ve always loved my wife but she’s a bit of a prude. I met her in high school and back then her innocence was sweet. It was a turn on too because she was willing to be taught. Yeah, I taught Stacy everything from how to move her hips when I was buried inside her to how to move her tongue when she gave me a blowjob. After our son grew up and left for college, Stacy turned to religion. I think she was bored and needed something to occupy her time.
Let’s face it; life can be pretty brutal and if you’re not a member of the one percent, you are on a one-way bobsled ride to the bottom of the economic hill. If I’d have known how expensive milk was going to get, I would’ve breast-fed myself! We working folks are being forced to eat a big dirt sandwich and every year, there’s more dirt and less bread. Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband and I love my kids but getting by on a single salary these days is as common as real boobs on a reality show.
Mothers Day
I want you to come all over my boobs, said Liza.
Psychologists invariably agree that man has certain needs which are an inherent part of his nature. The most commonly mentioned are the physical needs — the needs for food, for water and shelter. The need for sex — the reproductive drive as it is often referred to — is also considered basic to man.
William Robert James Dunlop was a bully, he had always
Julies water broke at 3:00 a.m., and Lukes day went more or less downhill from there. Despite Aprils journey down the same canal a year and a half earlier and rigorous attendance at Lamaze classes, Julies cervix remained stuck at three centimeters for most of the day. At 4:00 p.m., when the babys heart began showing signs of stress, the exhausted mother-to-be was rushed to the OR for an emergency Caesarian, and Luke was left alone to prepare himself as best he could for the birth of his second child. At loose ends and in need of the assurance of something familiar, he fished in his pocket for a quarter and lifted the receiver off the pay phone on the wall just inside the waiting room. He dialed his home number and listened impatiently to the clicks as the connection was made.
Sarita Collins drove slowly down the street, watching for #1121. Could hardly miss it, however, as when she got there the boy was in the driveway, kneeling beside his mower, fiddling with the engine. She stopped, rolling down the window.
My name is Pete, I am 28, live in the UK and have a good job. I am a fairly good looking guy, 60, and quite muscular. I live with my mother Denise who is 54.
I’m 19 now, and I’ve never had any real luck with girls. I’m not terribly unattractive, but I’m certainly no big catch. I’m also rather shy, and to be honest, I’ve never worked very hard to meet girls my age at school or most anywhere else.
Jon was on his way home from the early spring senior year classes at his high school, summer was coming soon and graduation would be in just a few weeks. School was no longer a headache, and the workload had lessened substantially. It was with this spring ease of mind that Jon pulled out of the school parking lot and headed home. He was excited to finally leave the strict pressure that school placed on him and that his mother, Jennifer was always watchful and concerned over. His mother rarely let Jon take breaks from his studies, she rarely let him spend time with friends, and so he hardly had any. Jennifer did not allow her son to watch TV, and after he was done doing homework on his computer she would inspect his search history for anything inappropriate and then would turn the computer off, it would not be allowed to be turned on again until it was time for his studies again.
The late afternoon sun was low and sinking fast behind the shopping center, leaving a spray of glowing color in streaks across the luminous sky. Bette Jean lagged behind the hurrying bag boy and turned to look at the coral streaks. Brilliant wavy flags billowing across the sky like gossamer silk. She stood for a moment, warmed by the color despite the nip in the air. At last she turned and followed obediently to the rear of the pale blue station wagon where the boy was loading her groceries.
Hello, my name is Clara, and I am going to tell you about the time I learned what it really was to be fucked. I was adopted at age 7, by my mother Nina, and now I am eighteen… On the say of my 18th birthday, my mother threw me a huge bash, invited all the family and my friends, and let me tell you, it was something I will never forget.
Colin and Stella had started raising a family when they were young. Theyd known each other since they were knee-high and knew they wanted to be with each other as soon as they were old enough to understand the concept of love. Their early marriage was not, however, entirely voluntary as theyd had to escape from their families to truly be together.