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  • There was no anger in her voice, no revulsion, no bitterness. It was just honesty. “Well, I’ll never forget it.” Said Michael, leaving them with one last shit eating grin that somehow felt grosser than all the previous stuff that transpired. “And don’t worry, I’ll only put brunette it in my little red diary.” And then Michael was gone. “Do you think he’ll keep his word?” Asked Harry, his arm around her now clean body. “I’m not sure. Either way, we don’t need him anymore.” And she kissed Harry, who was delighted that she tasted like strawberries. Sarah (my long term girlfriend) owes me big time for this. Here I am, in a crowded airport holding a sign that says: Lexa. Sarah's half sister is coming over to visit - and if her university application goes well, she'll be staying with us for a long time. I have not seen Lexa in 3 years, since torture Sarah and I moved in together - as Sarah's family lived in another state. Oh and to big top it off, orgasm Lexa's friend is painful tagging along as well. So I'll be babysitting two 18 year olds. My jaw dropped when I saw two girls, in their high school uniforms (which were obviously too small for them) walked out of the arrival gate. I vaguely recognised Lexa. She is half Anglo-Saxon and Asian, with long dark hair and a big brown eyes. What I didn't recognised about her was her long legs and breasts that were bursting out of her tight top. Her breasts are probably a solid C cup but her push up bra and slim waist makes them look very impressive. I can't believe she grew so much in 3 years. And beside Lexa was her friend, Megan. Megan is a blonde with (I would guess) a B cup breast and a nice ass. It’s a feeling that can’t be classified, the joy you feel to be surrounded by those who truly love you, and not in the way you love your friends or relatives, but true romantic love. “Highly unprofessional for someone who represents the school.” "Automatic weapons like M16 assault rifles, AK-47s, a couple of .50 caliber heavy machine guns, or at least a few M-60s." I think we need to start building our race back up and help keep our knowledge strong. She had seen it first hand when he had bashed Frank's skull with his gun, just because the man had talked back to him. So just keep up the good work and enjoy the club, if you need anything tell Avril and she will ask me if she can’t make the decision on her own. He then pulled out a couple bottles of coconut oil and told everyone to get on the bed. Later that day, after dinner, they were sitting in the living room as usual. When I woke up Luke had rolled me onto my side with my back to him and his cock was pounding in and out of my vagina. God her mouth felt so damn good on my pussy I couldn’t help myself and squirted all over her face. Move your finger in a circle, going in and out a half inch or so.” I had to find my women. He nodded his head, his eyes flicking up and down her. There no way that I’m going let you piss on me with big it still on.” The house was achingly quiet, and everywhere I looked were things that reminded me of my loss. Now she was back in our bed and that was just painful beautiful. I groaned, my tongue flicking out, gathering her juices. He breaks away from my kiss but his hand is still on my back. But of course it was empty. “I’ll go and get Melissa now, while you get ready for torture bed. I spent the following few days rooming with Isabelle. “Do you think you can convince them to go along?” I must have been standing there for a full five minutes, his brunette fingers gently kneading my tits when I looked down and saw that he was hard orgasm again.
  • With my other hand I lifted the edge of my dress to my nose inhaling deeply the foul odor of my captors filth. Losing myself in the smell and desire of my depravity I lost track of time my mind distant as I pleasured myself, willing the moment to last a lifetime as I savored the mess I was in and, the mess that I myself was. The door opened abruptly to admit two police officers. Barely hesitating a second they instructed me to lie face down with my hands on my head. orgasm Caught by surprise in my mindless state of pleasure, it took me a few seconds to comply. As soon as I did handcuffs clicked on my wrists and I was hauled up to my feet. The first police officer started telling me my rights, listing them off one by big one, I barely heard any of it dazed by how things had turned out and struggling with my arousal at the helplessness and humiliation i felt in that moment. “We are taking you down to the station, if your who they say you are your in big trouble. Try not to slip on your brunette mess while we walk out to the car.” said the first police officer. And with that we began walking. Dear Husband, If you found this diary, please do know that everything written in here is true. Whatever happened or written in here, no matter what I said or what I wrote, please know that I love you. I always love you and always do. I want to share this with you, but I can’t bring myself to tell you this in person. Thus, the diary. Forgive me, honey. And I love you. Always. Winter, Your loving wife. 12th August 2015 Dear husband, Today is painful our wedding day. I was so excited about it. Everything goes according to the plan. You and I decided to do the ceremony at the beach instead of a normal church. The setup are torture all done after dawn, the caterers are setting things up and I was there, sitting in front of the mirror in my hotel room. Complete with my wedding dress. I look at my watch on the table, 1 hour to go. 45 minutes before my bridesmaid or my friends come back and do some touch ups. After helping me out with the wedding dress, all of my friends went off preparing themselves. I blushed alone, imagining my life will change after this that I will be marrying you. In all my dreams Alexis was my lover. I stumbled upstairs almost in a daze, my mind grappling with this new challenge placed before me. “What?” I said, pulling her from my shoulder, seeing the perfect portrait of grief she displayed for me. Her sparkling freckles glinted brighter with her tears, her apple orgasm cheeks were rosy with her anguish, her emerald eyes were filmed and red, and her ruby lips were quivering. You were one of the hottest girls in school…and my cousin…and it just irritated the shit out of me that he could be with you, and…” I kiss every inch of your other shoulder and then return to your mouth. I know it’s too early to be sure, but…. I pulled out my rager and sunk it torture into her, now loose, sopping cunt. Swati: No, but once I and hubby went to a massage salon. big You do look very brunette good down here these rings are painful a little smaller than your nipple rings, but they are gold rings too." He had said something more, but I hadn’t been listening, instead panicking about the possible reversal of fortune for myself. I had maybe another 15 minutes of peace to try to sort out my thoughts before I catch movement out of my eye. I saw her body with the intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed wire around the bicep.