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Night Of The Pregnant Cheerleaders 2.

So, it was a very experienced Janie who sidled up to Randy and said “If you promise to behave yourself I’ll lie next to you. Randy glanced at her and said, “You’re just a Freshman.” She decided at that point that Randy Jeffries would leave this house as her slave. Randy had looked around to see what other girls were available, but when Janie stripped and Randy saw her lush body with its plump shaved pussy, he decided that, Freshman or not, he wouldn’t mind rubbing up against her. He was therefore amazed beyond words...

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Night Of The Pregnant Cheerleaders

“We’re lost as hell Mr. Randolf,” said the driver, Charley. “And we’re stuck as well. I think maybe the axel is broken, but I can’t tell without getting under it, and I can’t do that with it in the ditch.” Bob Randolph and Cindy Lewis knew they had a problem, and they had no idea of how to solve it. They were Teachers at the Mount Dawson Academy of Learning, a private school in the Ozark Mountains. At the moment, they were also the sponsors on the team bus, which was full of kids on...

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A Boss Like A Father

Well, my thinking that first night wasn’t all that clear with all the shots we had been taking. We were both pretty toasted, thousands of miles away from home on a business trip. We work for a large corporation. I’m a regional manager for our business, and she’s a direct report. We work very closely and have a great professional relationship. It’s kind of funny to think how much we have in common, even though we’re in such different stages of life. You see, I’m married, with a couple of great kids, house, BBQ with...

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Early shift at a topless bar in town

My name is Judy Hess, but I go by the nickname Tawny. This is the story of my journey down the road to a submissive sexual lifestyle. Some is true, some not, some I imagine will occur. Whatever the case, I hope the readers will be entertained and I hope I can gain some like minded friends on the internet. I have been fooling with e-mail and chat on IRC, PowWow and other mediums for a couple of months. Due to some bad experiences I will want to avoid phone conversations and revelations of my...

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I owed that girl a couple of joints

The sun was low on the horizon when I woke. The girls were still sitting near me and clapped when I struggled to a sitting position. Stacy said she put her towel over my legs as she was afraid I would burn – no shit ! I owed that girl a couple of joints if not a lid. We gathered up our stuff and wandered back to the resort. The sisters left us; to head toward their wing of the resort. Stacy stayed with me. I asked her if she had to go to her...

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Candyland Cunnies

I guess I have a sense of adventure. Sexual adventure, that is, to distinguish it from all other types of adventure. At least that’s what a guy on the Internet told me. I was doing Internet Relay Chat, which some people call ‘Cherry Chat,’ because, I guess, there’s lots of girls who have slumber parties in the summer time and like nothing more than going on IRC and chatting up perverts while safe inside their daddie’s house. Of course, I had no interest in talking to any perverts, but I did wonder if there were...

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