He was single and well-off, and could have lived anywhere at all, but the swank urban pad was never his idea of the good life. No, Tom had found paradise in a small suburb of Chicago, on a tree-lined side street. He had his own house, tended his gardens, grew his own food, and had plenty of garage space for his hobbies and projects, working on his car and motorcycles every weekend when the weather was nice.
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This story is copyrighted and may not be posted anywhere without my express permission. I was at week long conference in a strange city. In the first two days I struck up a friendship with a couple, Jenny and Mark, who were attending the same conference and were also staying at the same hotel as me.
I stepped into my hiking shorts, sliding them over my favorite pair of pink, satin, and lace fringed panties. Wearing panties while I took my walks in the woods always made me feel incredibly horny. On this particular day I was heading to a state park where men were known to go cruising for sex.
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Kristen thought to herself as she crept down the hallway, moving closer to the soft moans coming from the guest bedroom. It was almost three in the morning, and Kristen, clad in her flimsy powder blue nightie kept fighting the urge to peek. Images of being caught peeking in flashed into her mind, the outrage of her friends, the embarrassment of it. But other images flashed too.
Cindy knew she had him beside himself to come, even though the pain she was inflicting on his livid organ was excruciating. She could get anything from him she wanted at this moment. Please Mrs.