Barb and me

I met my wife Barb, a friend of my sister Nancy, at a 4th of July get together at my Mom's house. Barb and her daughter Connie, who was about two, rode over with her[…]

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Nineteen and counting.

Nineteen and Counting. ————– Her delicate left hand was travelling erratically over her own soap drenched body, while her right was applying flat, concentric, experienced motions over her puffy engorged pleasure center, radiating its exaggerated[…]

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First impressions

Tara walked in a way that caught everyone's attention, guy or girl. Jake noticed her everyday as she walked across campus. Jake always wanted to ask her out, but he had heard so many stories[…]

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Inside me: c11

Inside Me —– 11 — “How much do you really know my brother?” I asked Montana as I sat down at our lunch table with my tray. “What do you mean?” “I know you two[…]

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