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Two delinquents target a respectable mother

Debbie had managed to get through Friday night and Saturday without further visits from the schoolboy, blackmailing rapists.
Luckily her husband had been busy at work and not picked up on any of the signs that Debbie displayed after Fridays ordeal, Brian was spending an unhealthy amount of time in his bedroom on his playstation and in the circumstances Debbie wasn’t about to moan at him about it as it afforded her the solitude she needed as she tried to find a way out of the nightmare situation she had become embroiled in.

If Debbie thought her son was spending all his time on his playstation she was only half right. The other half of the time he spent wanking off looking at the close up photos on his phone of the well fucked pussy and arse of the slapper housewife his two new mates were fucking.
He had kept pestering them to send the photos to him and when they finally did Brian recalled how they walked away from him pissing themselves laughing.
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How I became the apartment building’s slut

My name is Nina and I’m 28 years old. I live in Canada and have a Lebanese background. To give you a quick recap of my situation, my husband once allowed me to sleep with his friends, which ballooned into an uncontrollable addiction for me. After talking things out, we discovered how much he enjoyed having me sleep around with his friends and we eventually came to an understanding in which he would allow it to continue. However, because we failed to establish proper boundaries and ground rules, issues between us started to bubble to the surface, resulting in him expressing his desire for a separation.

This led to me falling into a tough financial situation with nowhere to go and no savings or career to fall back on. I was left without choices, and acted on a recommendation from a friend who advised me to find a “sugar daddy”. And so, I ended up getting into the sugar lifestyle, where I made an arrangement to become a sugar baby. In terms of my living arrangement, I recently had to move into an apartment in the city that I would be sharing with one of my friends. The neighbourhood and the apartment building are in a lower income area of the city and naturally, crime rates are higher here.

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Adventures of a Goth Chubby Pussy 1.

“You look incredible,” Patrick says.

It’s Wednesday afternoon. They’re at Olive’s Cafe. They hug and share a quick kiss.

“Sorry, I’m late again,” Rose says. “I’m perpetually five minutes behind schedule lately.”

“That’s okay.” Patrick smiles and Rose melts inside.

Rose hasn’t seen him in over a week, not since their airplane date. It surprises her how glad she is to see him. She feels a warmth in her chest which catches her off guard. She pushes it aside. No warm fuzzies. Fun only.

“I love your sweater,” he says.

Rose is going for a balance of conservative and ostentatious in the same outfit. The white blouse under her sweater and dark blue jeans are understated. But the hot pink of her sweater and matching granny glasses are flashier elements.

It all shows off her plentiful big girl dimensions—her tits, especially—which is what counts. Patrick can’t seem to take his eyes off her.

“Thank you,” Rose says. “You’re looking pretty good yourself.”

Rose isn’t lying. Patrick has a knack for dressing casual but sexy. He’s pulled it off again with his dark blue v-neck sweater and jeans.

They fall into easy conversation. Patrick tells Rose about his newest student.

“A seventy year old woman,” he says. “Determined to get her pilot’s license. She’s wanted it all her life, but her husband forbade it.”

Rose eyebrow goes up. “Forbade it?”
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Just being a good wife

It was almost time for summer vacation with all the
schools getting out and everyone taking to the roads
and going wherever people go for their summer fun. We
had recently purchased some camping gear, a tent,
butane stove, sleeping bags, and just the common rough
tent camping stuff that would fit into the bed of a
pick up truck. Our son was already out of the nest and
into the work force so we were free to go and do for
ourselves as we saw fit.
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Steve makes a new secretary, Becky continues to seduce her girlfriend

I shoved my teaching materials into my satchel while admiring the naked girls in my classroom. Two weeks had passed since I’d edited my classroom to have every girl strip naked. I had a lot of fun. I’d enjoyed all my female students, savoring their delicious snatches quivering about my cock. My students were learning even better than before.

Two weeks of fun. Two weeks of improving things.

I was editing the people I knew, making their lives better. I found friends that were having financial problems, health problems, and relationship problems and tweaked them. I improved the beauty of a dozen girls at my school, increasing the number of hotties attending Rainier Christian College.

I scanned my students. I still didn’t know who the other editor was. I could still find no evidence of their existence. No student at my college was edited by them. No staff. No parents that I could find. No one at my church. In my social life.
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Surviving the Divorce

“What do we need to talk about, Dear?” I asked, though I had a inkling.

“Your ex-wife, Gary,” Patricia said, seriously, but with an odd twinkle
in her eye.

“That promises to be rather an involved discussion,” I replied, “so do
you mind if I relay my news first, before I forget again?”

“I suppose, as long as it doesn’t take too long.” She draped herself
elegantly over one of the chairs, graciously inviting me to the one next
to it with a wave of one slender hand. I swear to God, that woman was
born in the wrong place at the wrong time! She seemed to have been bred
to be royalty!

“So what’s the big news?” she asked, pouring me a glass of scotch, neat,
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