Whelp, this was an unfortunate twist of fate. To have to turn around and ask for help from a man I left broken years ago was not my ideal Wednesday night plans but, unfortunately, I've run out of better options. Broken myself, and bleeding, I need to get away from the men chasing me because these assholes are shooting to kill. I am Katerina and, beware men, I am coming in like a hurricane. Be prepared or get swept away.
A story in the "Jennifer, Sex Governess" Universe
Christopher Mansker, father of four teens, hosts a bachelor party for some of his friends. The entertainment exceeds their wildest imaginations as Jennifer, the sex governess, and others are totally compromised. No spoilers; see the story codes. It's kinky.
Sister Teresa has been drafted by the War Department and is now known as Nurse Heidi. She was certain she was destined for Europe but finds herself heading to the Land of the Rising Sun.
This is a story that begins with a wonderful relationship between a father and daughter. It was going to be something completely different and have very little sex. Unfortunately, the characters are what they are. A hormonal daughter, a father with a low opinion of himself and a mother who's found herself searching for whatever elusive thing has been missing from her life. And damned if it doesn't quietly pull in facets from my favorite universe...
She’s Lascivious Livia, a charismatic, voraciously bisexual stage magician and hypnotist with an irredeemably cheesy sense of humor. He’s Marcelo Ambrose Knight, a handsome pickup artist with a dominant streak and a heart of gold. In an age of legwarmers, VHS, Aqua Net and valley girls, they’ll team up to create the most erotic, glamourous and outrageous (and the only) traveling adult variety show the world has ever seen! (There may be a wee smidge of fighting crime along the way.)
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.
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!