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Zoe and Avery have been friends for as long as they can remember. Now that they were 18, they saw each other less often, school and Avery's new boyfriend gave the friends less time. But we trained twice a week. Gymnastics to be exact.

I got a wet washcloth from the bathroom. I washed Abigail's feet with relish. The sticky ice had to be removed because I was about to go down to the living room with my sweet prisoner. The parquet should not suffer.

“Why?” “You are a woman and the women are closed in the huts until the decision stay.” “Verne, I'm supposed to be part of this tribe, a member, so I'll move like one too!” she asserts. She pushes him aside and opens the door. Two men with spears and long machetes at their hips stand guard at the door. When they see the pilot about to leave the hut, they aim their spears at the woman and want to push them back. With the forearms protected by the exoskeleton the pilot throws her weapons aside and steps up next to the men. Two short wing beats later they lie dazed on the floor. Proud and upright, she walks between the huts to the center of the village.

My sister-in-law Emilia and I have a very good relationship. She looks very good, but so far I haven't actually felt any sexual desires towards her. But that has recently changed. Something has been crackling between us for a while.

It was 7:00 am when he boarded the bus in the suburban church that would take him into town and to his place of work. The bus was already quite full, but he managed to get a single seat. He cursed himself and his delay, knowing that the buses were always filled with students and were also referred to as "student bombers" - all the more so because today was nasty weather and even more students used public transport instead of using it bikes to school.

Amelia and Emma are two good-looking young women with an unusual hobby. They were both enthusiastic speleologists. They both took vacations at the beginning of March to explore a cave in the Black Forest. Actually, they wanted to accompany 2 men, but both had to postpone their vacation for professional reasons.

A few months ago something unforeseen happened to me as a mother who is horny for sex, who often jerks her cunt and has grown-up children, which I should have stopped. My lust for sex, gratification and exciting perverse sex games made me accept this sexual "pleasure offer". Even if it was with my horny son who often jerks off. I confess that - as a mother! - often watched my son jerking off.

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Freed from her bonds, she reached for the guard, grabbed his cock with one hand, pulled it into her mouth. The other hand reached between his thighs and gently massaged his testicles. Groaning, the guard drilled his hard cock into her wet mouth. Nothing seemed more important to her than getting that cock and sucking it off.

This feeling of painful pressure slowly subsides. Despite her fear and discomfort, the pilot grows tired and drifts off into a beautiful dream. She sees green meadows with flowers, clear streams and dense forests. She can almost smell the flowers, taste the clear water and almost feel the wind blowing across the land on her skin.

"It is finished! “Veronica looked over at Peter intently, her eyes shining with curiosity at this announcement. He sat at his computer console surrounded by screens, entering data with amazing speed. Finished? Really done? "Yes indeed. I've already checked everything except for the voice output, which is supposed to remain secret until I need it, but the software and modems work perfectly.

The other day I was again in a swingers club. There, in the "Blue Grotto", there is a dark room. After some time, I first saw several couples and then some solo ladies disappear into it. So I peeled off my body and followed this horny bunch. When I entered the room it was still relatively quiet, so people were still generally looking for a partner.

Hot nights have always been my thing. It is usually very hot here in July and August, but sometimes earlier in the year. So it's a very warm evening, there's a mild wind blowing that caresses my body. I'm sitting in a typical Spanish courtyard, sheltered from any prying eyes. We're sitting here with our cocktails, this man and I. Who knows.

She had just turned 18 and her name was Abigail. She was about 160 cm tall and her straight dark hair didn't quite reach her chin. She had a cute little snub nose and a very strong body for her age.

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It has a bird-like head, like a vulture, because it is hairless or feathered. It's more like a dead bird's skull, the skin stretching like thin parchment over the bones and an unhealthy gray color. This skull sits on a skinny bony neck that disappears into a robe reminiscent of a poncho.

Like every morning, before starting work, she went jogging in the nearby park. Aside from work, her 'normal' day consisted of a definite routine of physical and mental exercise. Just as in the life of her ancestors there was the 'working day' with prayer, cultivation and temple care and physical and spiritual training, so she had it. Except that their working day consisted not in temple maintenance or the like, but in the work that arises in an art gallery. Their physical and mental training also differed somewhat from that of their ancestors, but only in minor ways.

Sabrina was one of the last to leave the room. She was always happy to be there when her guests were having fun and it was important to her to take care of her girls. Arrived in the bar room nothing had changed in the meantime. Even the stranger seemed to be having a great time, so everything went as it should.

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I hand out beer, and when he opens it, Hank holds the can at such an angle that almost everything squirts out and Amidala and Jules get hit hard. Jules takes off his wet shirt, hands it to her and says: Now I can't put it on anyway, then you can use it as a towel” and she also takes off her vest and dries herself. After that she puts the vest back on, but leaves it open, enjoys the tingling feeling of seeing how Jules can hardly take his eyes off this sight. The couple next to us by the fire pit are still kissing wildly, he has his hand under her shirt on her bosom and her hands keep wandering into his pants.

The gong echoed dully in the great hall and continued in Rharnia's stupor. The tall warrior shook her head. She couldn't believe what had happened. A stream of scraps of memories ran before her inner eye.

"You two make a good team! Good luck and hot jets!!” Those were the last words she heard from the control room before the cooling pod's hatch closed. Now the computer will do everything from control to communication. The computer will fly them through space to a moon of Saturn. She hates it.

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Actually, Ramona should have felt the crackling tension and the strange atmosphere immediately, but since it was Friday afternoon and her thoughts were already on the weekend, she thought nothing of it when she and her three male colleagues in the archive of the law firm in the they were working, and which was in the basement of the house, was supposed to work a few more hours. It was oppressively humid and actually much too hot for the beginning of September. All four are sweating and were happy to be able to stay in the coolest rooms of the old villa. Ramona was 19 years old and a prospective paralegal.

Saturday evening, 10:00 p.m., Brad, Peter and I, Richard, sat in my kitchen and had a nice evening. Our wives had gone out about 1 hour ago. They wanted to have a nice meal first and then go to the cinema, late screening at 10:30 p.m.

I had just celebrated my 18th birthday and wanted to go to the barn party the other day. I arrived around 10:00 p.m. The booth was packed.

Hello, my name is Sarah. I am writing this story because I have to tell someone. My colleague Hans gave me the idea of writing down my experiences from my last vacation. But first let me tell you something about me.

A small town nestled in the mountains of Ilbar. According to the Christian era, we are in the middle of the 15th century. Several town houses are crowded around the town centre, which consists of a small market square. But directly behind it are the camps and shacks of the less fortunate residents, right up to the three meter high city wall, on which the city guards make their rounds around the clock.

So last summer was the said bachelorette party. The whole thing took place in Sandro's restaurant, which was closed for the evening. About 30 friends and younger relatives of the two showed up. About a third of the drinks were sponsored by Sandro, partly because Bernoit was a school friend of Richard, Sandro's son, partly because Krissy and Bernoit had spent their first evening together in his restaurant.

Finally, the day of the biker meeting, which we have been looking forward to for a long time, is dawning. It is the ideal opportunity to enjoy ourselves to the full once again, detached from everyday stress, from this whole routine of the daily routine, from all conventions. We want to start early in the morning, the weather is kind to us, the sun is shining and the sky is clear, it will be a hot day. Amidala looks beautiful in her dress, has skintight jeans and a light blouse, through which her wonderful breasts are cheekily visible when she opens the leather jacket.

For a while a few years ago I worked as a responsible operator in the data center of a large warehouse. At that time, the computers were still very large and consumed a lot of electricity, which was accordingly converted into heat.