You never forget your first time do you? Good, bad, indifferent, it really doesn’t matter. However long you live you can always transport yourself back to that moment and replay it in your mind. Of course if anyone ever asks you, it was an amazing experience and the earth shook, in reality this isn’t always…
Happy to make it back home in one piece I turn the heating on, seeing as it was a cold winter’s night and the kitchen windows had been left open all evening letting the heat escape. I could see the light snowfall slowly drifting around in the air from the kitchen window, happily watching each…
Randy followed me into my small lab and watched as I prepared slides of his prostate fluids, placing one of them on my binocular microscope. As I peered through the eye pieces, I felt Randy’s arms slip around my waist as he pressed his now soft cock against my ass. It was like I was…
Let me begin these memoirs by telling you that I was adopted when I was three years old by a young couple who couldn’t have children of their own. My mom to be was infertile. Three years after adopting me, they adopted twin girls, Rachel and Renee, who were five at the time. Four years…
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