The Figure has a new game: panties that turn women into futanari and grant them mind-controlling powers. When the Figure gives five of them to the agoraphobic Mildred, the Figure sits back and watches the futa and incestuous fun that follows!
Bob Murphy; 'Murphy' to all who know him, is about to sell his small company to a large competitor. He wants to buy an RV and travel. He loves beer, pussy, fishing, freckles and butts; not in any order. He meets and falls in love with a beautiful 34 y.o. woman. He tells his story himself, his way...
The sexual story of horny hot wife name Monica who has large huge DD tits, large round areolas, small waist with curvy body, like to wear heels, short skirts, no panties, no bra, thin fabric blouses with center buttons fasten to show off her cleavage and the bottom of her large tits and at times when she walks or changes position on lookers can steal a peek at her large areolas. Monica meanwhile carried a secret she didn’t fully understand herself. It was about the version of herself she became
52-year-old Agatha Wilcox takes a week's vacation at the shore and finds herself in a simmering affair with a young lifeguard that lasts the duration. Finding a new appetite for sex she has an affair with her daughter's piano teacher and then her own son. She shares her sexual adventures with her three best friends--all pastor's wives--who are feeling neglected at home. They found a nationwide organization called The Red Panties Society.
A Over the Hills and Faraway Story Back in a loving relationship with his wife, and a promotion to sergeant, the future is looking good for Des. Then a family bereavement causes shock and awe. Miriam's reaction to it goes way beyond anything that Des could have expected…and all hell breaks loose. At first it seems that Des will weather the storm but once again Mr. John Thomas leads him astray. This time Des plays out of bounds, and although he manages to get his hole in one he must pay a price for breaking the rules.
Teen boy gets lucky with older lady. However sporadic, the bloom remains throughout the years. And, oh yea, did I mention that Mrs. Harris was the one to steer me to my little sister? As for that, ditto. I was writing a really sexy story and was finishing up, when this one began growing like a seed dropped in the nest of my dirty hair. I just kept writing, describing the bursting kernel. It's a long lit-smut piece, something I compare to the canon of Classic Losgud. As always, enjoy!