The sweet song ended and Jack walked his solid six foot two inch tall body to the pulpit and began his Sunday sermon. After his sermon on saving lost people ended he went back to his chair and thought to himself that he really wasn't doing anything to help the lost people in the world, only the rich and snobby people in his church. It's been finished.
A coming of age story about two sets of siblings who grow up together miles from anywhere, and who discover all the good things in life together. Two plus two can equal six or eight under the right circumstances.
Our parents worked late. My hot, seventeen-year-old sister, a real tease to my friends, was in my sex fantasies. I was fifteen, super horny and happened to sport a big, nine-inch cock. I jacked three to four times a day. (Oh, to be young.) Seeing her parade around the house in just her thong panties and midriff tee-shirt was more than a young teen could handle--even if she was my sister. I will detail how I found myself crossing the line, doing things no parent should know about.
15-year Tamera had been drugged and liquered up when she lost her virginity to her boyfriend. But she did not know that her boyfriend's dad had taken pictures of them while they were doing it. Her boyfriend's dad used the pictures to blackmail her widowed mom into sex acts under the pretext that she could earn the pictures back. Both Tamera and her mom both wind up working together and with her boyfriend and dad for the pictures.
Little did Doris know when she took the secretarial job offer from Romily Manor, the nature of the duties she was to perform. She hadn't counted on being a paid playmate for Mildred Wynton's twenty-five-year- old retarded son. Her horror deepened even further at the realization that she had to share her voluptuous body with the degenerate doctor and Mrs. Wynton's lascivious chauffeur. Mrs. Wynton was the mistress of the manor in name, but it was Doris's lush young body that held the title!