“Paris !” I check again, it definately says “Paris !” closing the message on my phone a tingle runs through me as, back one level in my inbox i see “Nicolette” top of the list. I can’t believe it. Having chatted , flirted, laughed and far, far more across the Atlantic Ocean we are going…
Tanya had been watching the young brunette as she mingled through the place. Her eyes were transfixed upon the silhouette of that wonderful body under that black dress. Focusing upon those perky breasts, tapered waist and those wonderful legs, and she could feel her mouth beginning to water at the thought of what was between…
As some of you know “Stockholm Story” is half true and half fiction. I had great fun writing this chapter, because a lot of things mentioned here are based on experience, and even though they were confusing to me back then, now they just bring me a dirty smile. ******************* Names of days changed but…
Part 1. The nurse pulled down my boxers as she looked over at my moms undivided gaze towards my uncircumcised cock. when my boxers hit the floor both ladies took a moment to pause and giggle amongst themselves while they alternated looking at my foreskin then back up into my eyes. my mom started blushing…
I had flown to Seattle on business, and decided it was about time that I visited my brother and his family.  It didn’t happen very often that I could do so, and over the years my visits were rare, in fact very seldom, and we had drifted apart for the most part, not really…
“Well something you wanted Bill?” I asked. “Sorry, I didn’t you were in shower. Is Judy around?” Bill asked. “Why? You are here with some other girl. Why don’t you let Judy go now?” I asked. “Well, do you know who the father is of her baby?” Bill asked. “No. But I do know it’s…
   I awoke Saturday morning forgetting for a moment what had transpired between my aunt and I the night before. However, as if on cue, a warm slurping sound came up from between my legs. I was still half asleep when I looked down to see my beautiful aunt devouring my morning woody. Out of…
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