Pussy Licking

I’m gonna be 23 in three days. This story is about what happened between my brother and I at the age of 14. At the time, I was very surprised. My brother was 18 at the time. It wasn’t the kind of boy who likes to go out a lot, he was more reserved and a little shy with the girls. In December of this year, my mother decided that it was time for him to have his own room. [Read More]

It wasn’t a plan, but I expected it to work that way. I had planned “one day” to take a friend for a motorcycle. Her name is Debbie. Debbie is a pretty, not beautiful, dirty blonde. She’s got pretty, tip-sized tits by promising bumps. We agreed to meet with her daughter in Boston, and I picked her up on my Harley Sportster. We stopped at the bank and then boarded for a trip to the Mohawk Trail. [Read More]

I was lying alone in my bed last night, thinking about you. It was so many years ago, and yet it only seemed a few months. The feelings that you lie next to me, in front of me, behind me, above me, seem so vivid. How did it start? As I remember, it was my thing… you stayed there, and since there was only one bed, you slept with me. I remember waking up in the morning and feeling close. [Read More]

It was a hot summer day in Foyil, Okalahoma when Terri, who visited his cousin, renewed their lesbian relationship. They got close. They had begun to inspect the bodies when they were in puberty. It’s gone to look and touch to suck. They both appreciated the feeling, but as they entered their teens, they stopped playing with each other because they were afraid that people discovered what they were doing and called names. [Read More]

I live in a two-bedroom apartment with three of my friends, my roommate is also my best friend since the second year. The two rooms are master rooms, we have a third bathroom of the kitchen that comes a lot, all accoutrements, inside, outdoor pools, laundry service, full gym with just about every machine known to man, you get the photo. I don’t remember who came with the idea of sharing our money and living as queens, but it really worked well for us, especially the fact that we have twenty four hours of security service and no one can enter the door without the approval of the tenant and I. [Read More]

My wife Becky and I are in the middle of the 1930s and have been together 11 years and we are madly in love with each other. Let me talk to you about Becky. She’s always been beautiful. She essentially kept her figure 36-26-36 throughout our marriage and kept it by walking several miles a day almost every day. Her crystal blue eyes, which shine when she smiles, are what attracted me to her with this voluptuous body. [Read More]

It was too obvious. But I stopped. I haven’t taken a autostop since I was in college. I always thought a pretty girl standing on the side of the road with her thumb in the breeze had to have a 250-pound boyfriend in the bushes, ready to order my car at the knife point. I see from a distance that you’re cute, your long brown hair whipping on your face in the wind. [Read More]