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The Robertson’s have to move from Maryland to California, they are driving across the country in a caravan consisting of a twenty six foot U-Haul truck, an extended cab Chevy pickup and a new Suburban. They find out some very interesting things about them selves and find out they have a stowaway! But she fits right in and joins in the family fun. But her stepdad wants her and her money back at any cost, two million dollars is just too much to lose.
Brought up to think of any sex outside marriage as evil by his bible-punching father, William finds sex through being seduced by a male collegue. He then seeks casual and brief encounters in toilets until one day a rough ex-pupil recognises him and decides to blackmail him into servicing him. William's sex life takes a change for the better!!
Steve Miller awakens in strange circumstances, and starts a journey beyond his wildest imaginings.
Note, I've added a Cast List but it has spoilers for the story, so skip it unless you don't like surprises. Nota Bene: The MM code is for explicit action in Chapter 63 and later, and implicit acts a bit eariler in the story.
Ever want to bang a porn star? She'd lusted after him from the time she blackmailed her brother into letting her watch his porn tapes when she was a kid. Now she's all grown up, but there is still a lot of kid left in her. Racial stereotype warning! Woman's point of view.
One evening, at the end of summer, when nights turned dark again, I found myself walking by the docks. I was far from home, drunk and tired, and passing a park bench had me thinking about just kicking in and having at least a short nap. Had it not been for a very interesting sound from one of the smaller boats right in front of me, I might have just fallen asleep there and then. I listened again. A woman was moaning.