Emily Lawner was getting home early today. Her boss had taken her out for lunch, to celebrate her landing a big account with the agency, and had given her the rest of the day off. She was feeling good, and now that she had the rest of the day off, she was feeling frisky, too. She was eager to get out of her pressed dark green business suit,

Emily was snooping in Jenn's room every day, eager to see "Cherry Hill riding club part 7 Jenn" added to her daughter's collection. Her pussy was hornier every day, fuck, she couldn't wait to see her daughter taking on the hard, stiff horse cock.

As she felt her orgasm start to recede, Emily came to her senses. Naked, outside her daughter's door, spying on Jenn and Cherry fucking, and masturbating to what she was seeing. She raced back to her room, hastily pulled her clothes back on, and crept towards the stairs, intending to sneak downstairs, and quietly out the door. She didn't make it, when she heard Jenn and Cherry talking. She crept

This is my first post. I will not say whether or not this really happened and let you decide that.



Well this has really become an interesting few weeks. I was 16 and had just started my 3rd year of high school. It all started out when my parents asked me that I would be babysitting the neighbor’s daughter after she got home from school. Her parents had gotten a new job and ju

Over the next few weeks, more volumes were added to Jenn's collection. The Cherry Hill riding club now was up to 6 volumes, as Hannah, a long legged redhead became part 3, Susan, a petite blonde with rich honey colored skin was part 4, Naomi, with black hair and rich, bulbous curves was part 5, and Tara, a 6 foot tall strawberry blonde became part 6.

Jenn was halfway downstairs when she saw Emily. Their eyes met, and Emily was hoping she had not shoved their relationship beyond the breaking point. When Jenn got to the bottom of the stairs, she took 3 steps, and pulled Emily against her, hugging her tightly..

Chloe Pederson opened the front door, and closed it quickly against the brutal summer heat. Icky and sticky, it was another one of those god awful summer days, 100 degrees, and humidity of 90 percent. How in the hell were people supposed to do anything outside? If it wasn't for air conditioning, this land would still belong to the Indians. Maybe we should just give it back to them, and she'