We were goofing off. You remember how you and your friends used to just sit around when it was hot..I mean really hot? The sun was so scortching playing softball wasnt even enticing. And we used to find ANY excuse to play ball back then. Shirts had dissappeared even before the damn humidity of July had started. Shorts too had become our normal clothing...

Tony began to lick and bite and nibble between Angelas legs again. She was dying now; this was too much. As Tonys tongue snaked between her pussy lips, his nose brushed her clit. She pressed her pussy harder against his face, pinched her nipples so hard it hurt, causing her ass to pound enthusiastically against the desk. The judge pumped the gavel in and out of Tonys ass faster, urging him to pick up his pace by the action. He twisted the gavel and Tony bit down hard on Angelas clit. Poor Angela saw sparks, bucked hard against Tonys mouth, and opened her

Chris had to depart early next morning on a business trip. We got up at seven, she rushed to the shower and I went downstairs to the kitchen to start breakfast. Still on my nightie I tied an apron on and started squeezing fresh orange juice. She looked very smart in her elegant Armani business suit when she came down half an hour later. She looked at me as I was pouring coffee in her cup and smiled : "Look at you my

Charty had been playing with the group since they were in junior high school. To everyones surprise they kept the band going while other kids similar efforts ended because of arguments, band members changing or parents interference. But "The Crimson Baters" as they called themselves, kept playing at school dances, parties, country club events, weddings and family reunions. As for the name, nobody but they knew why they selected it. Crimson, was the easy part....

Like Bobby, Rickey Fellato was a major beneficiary of the "Thursday Accords" that Bobbys Mom, Mrs. Pipeuse had negotiated for the two families. To remind, Rickey and Bobby were free to engage in any and all acts with their fathers, or anyone elses fathers between p.m. Thursday and a.m. Friday. In return for which, the mothers were free to engage in any activity they desired, outside the home, during those same hours.

After a couple of days in the hospital and many sessions with Sheila, Audra was pronounced fit to return home. Marie, the day nurse, entered Audras room to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. "Hey cupcake, are you almost ready?" Marie called out. "Im coming!" Audra called back as she turned off the shower. She wrapped a towel around her hair as Marie had showed her and dried herself off.

"Then these thoughts and feelings you have had for me are not evil, Jose." Enrique smiled at him reassuringly. "They are natural, mi amigo. I am glad you have these feelings for me." Jose was dumbfounded. "You are?" Enrique nodded. "Si. Do you know why?" Jose remained silent and shook his head, looking into Enriques eyes for understanding. "Because I have the same feelings for you, Jose." He reached over and took Joses hands in his. Enrique felt his hesitation.

I came home from work today and my wife was waiting for me upstairs. It was our "date" night, when my inlaws took the kids to their house for a few hours so we could have some time alone and try to find our sanity, if only temporarily. Anyway, the house was already cleaned when I got home and my wife had already done her workout video and showered. Her hair was still a little wet and she was wearing some comfy around-the-house clothes. Still, the thought of her being all sweaty just a little while before and now being all cleaned up was so sexy.

Now we just need a careful inspection before she is ready for her next pleasure" Christy said laughing knowing I could hear all she said though I was still wearing this tight fitting hood. "I dont understand why this bitch still is moaning and moving that much. She has been flushed twice both inside and out side. Doesnt be such a child, my dear worthless slut, you are almost through! I dont think it will last more than two to three hours before you will have a rest," Christy said and they were all laughing.

Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning. Red sky at night, sailors delight. The tea is the color of liquid amber and smells of the Orient. The boy who hands me the porcelain cup, sits next to me on the mat, his big eyes looking up to see if I am pleased with the tea. I am-and smile before taking another sip. Elkin brought me here. He fished me from the sea. From days spent clinging to a life raft. Sailors, good sailors, know the sea, and as the days past, I knew my chances of surviving were slim.