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wife lets me fuck her sister
How I became a whore for animal cock
I was working the nightshift at the social care farm where I’d been working for the past year. I am a 20 year old well shaped girl, long blond hair and people tell me I’m real pretty. I was quietly reading a magazine in the living room, when suddenly Pete, one of our clients rushed in shouting that something was wrong with one of the horses. Of course I immediately got up and followed him to the stables. As soon as we entered the stables I heard the door slam shut behind me and Pete turned around with that smirk on his face that I’d seen so often before and that said that what he’d really like to do is rip my clothes off and fuck me. I looked behind me and saw that Hank and Billy were standing there in front of the closed door. “Shit, now what”, was what went through my head. The answer came immediately as Pete grabbed me, and Hank and Billy started ripping off my dress. I screamed at them to stop, but they just laughed and threw my ripped dress behind them. Then they tore off my bra and panties and I was completely naked and at the mercy of three lightly mentally handicapped males of about 25 years old.
Dare girl goes astray
Chapter 1
Lisas accidental orgy
It was a hot Saturday afternoon. I was at my in laws for a brief vacation. My wife had gone shopping with her sister. My MIL Lisa and her husband George were in their bedroom, probably enjoying an afternoon delight. I was in the loft area flipping through a local newspaper. It was a long boring day, my mind was numbed with the mundanesess of the day. In that thoughtless moment, George walked up the stairs into the loft. I saw just sweaty forehead emerge up the flight of stairs. I waved at him and went back to the newspaper, assuming he was there for something else.
Mommys Little PeePee – Part 2 Got Pee
I’m sorry my writing isn’t professional and my text has a southern accent to it. I’m not really trying to write or tell a story, more just reliving my sexual experiences with my mom. This accounting of what we shared is true. My mom was obsessed with making sure I had every sex experience possible. Many were repeated over and over but the one we did the most was just the two of us making love. It was almost daily and most nights.