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Alter Ego
Man meets girl leading double life.
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Motherlicker
about 1 month ago
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Ben Meets Kathy at a Race Ch. 04
Ben meets more women from the group. Are there too many?
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gggsss1962
about 1 month ago
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Born with a Gift
Well-endowed young man meets an older woman.
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tompayne1809
about 1 month ago
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Caitlin and Sara
Caitlin sets her sights on her sexy new neighbor.
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notsk
about 1 month ago
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Creative Writing Ch. 01
My romance with my high school English teacher.
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Dixiedevil67
about 1 month ago
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Daddy Number 5
I get seduced by the homeowner's daughter.
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geronimo_appleby
about 1 month ago
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Driven by Lust
mature nymphomaniac fucks young virgins and their fathers.
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PSBurlesque
about 1 month ago
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Emily's New Daddy Ch. 01
Her best friend dad becomes her Daddy.
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militaryboys60
about 1 month ago
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Fellowship
Ciara becomes one of them.
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talemestories
about 1 month ago
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Frigid
Emily is rescued by her English teacher.
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westcoastkid7
about 1 month ago
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Fucking My Classmate's Hot MILF Mom
The first sex of my life was with my classmate's mom.
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maxandshazza
about 1 month ago
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A Valuable Lesson
Young virgin gets special lesson from his old school teacher.
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Rugmunch69
about 1 month ago
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After the Party's Over
Uncle George visits the graduate on the day after.
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DarkEyesYYC
about 1 month ago
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Hidden Gem In Plain Sight
Helen's divorce was destined to happen and a blessing -- except she missed the almost daily sexual adventures of being with a man. The 41-year-old public relations and marketing executive who worked r
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Brat-Jerry
2 months ago
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My Wife's Mother Pt. 01 Day 1
A short tale of my wife's mother. Lib as everyone called her, was not particularly attractive, much older than the usual mother. She was in her forties when my wife was born, and in her sixties when I
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Brat-Jerry
2 months ago
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The Pine Cove Spinster Incident
It felt more like late autumn sweater weather than the second week of July. The unforgiving bite of a brisk onshore breeze chilled me as I crested the ridge line above Pine Cove. The featureless grey
