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Aman-The landlord's son Hi friends, I am from a small city in India. When I was 19 years old, I had sex with my landlord's son. His name was Aman and he was in 12th standard and was 20 years old. He was very tall (he must be around 6′3), muscular, had 6 packs and used to go to the gym and he...
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My neighbor girl Hi friends, when I was 19 years old I was left alone at home. My parents had to attend a marriage which was in another city. Since I was getting bored, I found nothing else rather than watching porn after resisting a lot. No sooner did I have the urge to masturbate cause I'd...
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Hi, friends, our maid is a 19 yrs old girl, fair and with a good structure and figure. I am a married guy. I was trying to seduce her for about 3 months. Like watching porn while she is around, masturbating in the washroom with the door open, keeping a dildo in the washroom, flashing my dick...
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My job of spreading fun Hi friends, I am working in this field of spreading fun. so I had many real-life sex encounters. I met with many women in this field for emotional satisfaction and some want physical satisfaction. This is one of my experiences with my client. I got a call from a client...
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My maid's first sex Hi friends, Let me share my sex experience with my maid. I am 20 years old boy who is looking for sex for so much for the past 1 year. We live in an apartment where all well-settled people live, and the apartment has a watchman who lives in a small portion where we park...
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Bindu, my maid Hey hi everyone! It's a long story starting from When I lived in Bangalore. It was 3 years. Back I was 20 that time. I moved to Bangalore because of my father's transfer. We moved to Bangalore and rented an apartment. In that building, there were just a few maids, so everyone...
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First an introduction, I'm Ray Granger. 38 years old, unmarried, entrepreneur, and a fairly decent guy.... well, mostly. I stand at a 6' even, a solid 180 lbs., shaved head, black eyes, and I'm sporting one hell of a big dick, too, at 9", about as thick as a water bottle. Now I say all of that...
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My family had been planning the trip to Bali for months. My two older stepsisters were the ones who had insisted on it, and my stepmom had championed their cause. They sent my dad and me non-stop Instagram posts from the beaches of Bali, wind sailing videos. In the case of my two stepsisters who...
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I woke with a smile on and nothing else, after my exhausting evening. Bonnie passed out atop her sheets spread-eagle and I’d been left to escort Victoria out by myself. The blonde made him promise she would get another solo performance before the summer was out and waltzed off with an airy...
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I woke the next morning and lay in bed for a long time, remembering the night before. If not for the fact the towel I’d worn away from the hot tub was still draped over my computer chair, and my dick was sore from overexertion, I wouldn’t have believed it had really happened. The sounds of my...
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The hardest thing about living with two gorgeous stepsisters is hiding all the erections. It would be easier if they had any shame in the house, but they both insisted on prancing around in panties and crop tops. Only pulling on shorts or a sleeved t-shirt when their mom yelled at them. Bonnie...
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Growing up the son of a billionaire wall street titan might sound like a fantastic childhood, but let me assure you, mine was anything but father was an odd person, and that’s putting it mildly. When he passed, the world lost a great man, and I lost a father, but I gained so much more than I...
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The first time I heard Dillon’s music, it changed everything. I was wandering through the halls of our church an hour after service. My mind wandering just as my feet were, fantasizing of a better life as I often did, and avoiding the stares and glares of the Sunday School mothers. I had twenty...
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My stepmom blamed herself for the accident, no matter what the officers told her. She was driving me to baseball practice, and we’d just crossed Main street when a car shot out of the cross street, running the red light at full speed. All I remember was the screech of steel and impact of the...
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It had been a quiet and comfortable life with my late husband, if not one filled with passion. When we married, he was full of life and energy, but he fell sick soon after and it lingered for many hard years. His passing was a great tragedy for our family. It was a challenge, more so for me as...
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It was the mid-nineties, I was eighteen, and my parents were dead set on me experiencing another culture. Mostly they cared about me having something on my transcripts that would help me stand out in college admissions. They had been pushing me to get into the exchange-student program for years...
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I walked through the airport with my wife, and my heart filled with dread. The day had finally come when my Mother-in-law would be moving in with us. I had never even met the woman, but now she would be living in my house for the rest of our lives. Let me back up and explain. My wife is a...
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There is nothing more annoying than sitting around on summer break without anything to do. That’s where I found myself the summer after graduation. My dad was in China for an extended work trip, and my older sister Rachel was always busy with friends and her summer waitressing job. My best...
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It was bottom of the ninth, two outs, no hits, and the clean-up batter for the opposing team was walking to the plate. The stands were packed with tense, silent faces. I sat clutching my sister and best friends’ hands in either of mine. The women pressed in close to my side on the cold stone...
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Great Uncle Albert always was a bit of a recluse. To the rest of the family, he was the eccentric uncle who might show up to ever third Christmas. If he came it was with dozens of well thought out gifts. He was related to my dad's side, but no one ever really knew how. He had just always been...