Poor tracey

Tracey considered herself American now, after all she had lived here for three years and was married to a fine American man. She was of course born an English girl, a slightly struggling English girl[…]

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Our first meeting

We stayed in contact via social media like most people do now-a-days, her on one side of the world and me on the other. Although we never met in person we have a good connection.[…]

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Thomas and i

Thomas and I were friends for as long as I could remember. We did everything together from stealing oranges from Mr. Walker’s backyard to sharing a keyhole to spy on my sister in the shower[…]

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My neighbor's voyeur

Using my binoculars, I peeked through the window and across the street at Mrs. Walson, my best friend’s mom and one of, if not THE, hottest MILF on the block. She was cleaning house dressed[…]

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Good luck

To ensnare to pretty girl is not a joke in the country where religious obligations are observed strictly as every religion precludes free and without a contract sexual interaction. Similar has been the case with[…]

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