My friend and I joined a fitness club to start working out. One night when we were eating at a local restaurant we decided to go work out. His girlfriend Kelly was with him and wanted to go to. Kelly was tall for a girl, she was , pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, B breast and tightest butt ever. Ive always fantasized about Kelly, their was just something about her. When she would bend over I would peek down her shirt and when she would

He enters her apartment and takes her in his arms at the door. As they kiss and embrace, they move together across the room, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. He sits her on a nearby desk and lightly run his hands over her legs. He traces the line of her legs from knee to ankle then back up over her thighs. He becomes curious when the silk of the stockings gives way to smooth skin.

Im thankful for the ride. Youve saved me a three-mile walk. Its a sweltering August and you said wed beat the oppressive heat and humidity by switching color guard practice to early morning. Im wearing yellow jogging shorts with no underwear and a muscle shirt. The thought that I might sprout a boner in the shorts never crossed my mind. I feel privileged to hop a ride with the assistant band director -- and in a sports convertible no less.

It had been a long quarter at college and things were winding down before the winter break. I had just broken off a relationship with another girl and was back on the prowl again. Where better than a college campus. I was sitting in class when a dark haired beauty came in and sat next to me. We had been in the class all quarter long and she had never really paid attention to me, at least not like this. She said her name was Lisa and asked if I was "taken".

It was growing light as Berto awoke after a fitful nights sleep. Ben had brought him here and stayed with him until the nurses made him leave the night before. As he looked around the sanitary hospital room, he began reflecting upon the surgery he would be undergoing in a few short hours, and his life in general. His earliest memories were of sun-filled days in his childhood home in the small town of Santa Rosalia. As a small child he lived with his Mama in the house of his Tia Rosa.

"Stretch" was captain of the basketball team. He was a natural leader and motivator, and the team loved him. He was very tall and good-looking, with a basketball players broad shoulders and long arms, giant legs, and long-muscled strength. His team loved him. In fact, they were wild about him. They practiced for hours with him, working their tall bodies and loving to play under Stretchs

Things went from bad to intolerable when corporate decided to combine two big offices into one small building. A fucking strip-mall storefront no less. Could you get any tackier than that? Diane ran the whole show now. And it was driving her mad. The place was pure chaos. Her employees hated her and why not? She was the boss from hell. She had to be. Thats what the situation called for. She had to make sure they were overworked and underpaid or the entire business would

I call you and tell you to be ready to go out in minutes, no bra or panties - you understand you wont be needing them tonight. I pull-up and honk as you rush out to the car knowing that making me wait is never good. You are excited, wearing the micro mini and halter and nothing else. I see your aroused nipples and can smell your pussy leaking. The only thing I told you about tonight was that at least one of your fantasies would be fulfilled.

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I was standing up in my pew, tears streaming. It wasnt as if Jerry had been a good friend, but I had known him. He only lived two blocks away, and was one grade over me in school. And now he was dead. His dad had told him the motorbike would kill him someday, and it had. Or rather, a mean truckdriver had. He claimed he hadnt seen the bike when he abruptly switched lanes on the freeway, but I knew the cops didnt