Amy hid in her bedroom, wanting to get away from all the yelling
and screaming and flying projectiles of the other room. She wanted to
slap her hands over her ears to keep out all the noise, but that was
too childish for her. Instead, she sat on her bed, clutching her
comforter to her small body. Soon there was the sound of the screen
door banging shut and angry feet stomping down the front steps. Not
given to tears, Amy sat there thoughtfully, staring at nothing in
particular. Then she did what she always did when depressed; Amy
curled on her side on the bed, pulled the comforter over her head, and
slept.
She was woken minutes later by large, rough hand rubbing back
and forth on her shoulder and male voice saying, “Shh. Be quiet,
Amy,” over and over again.
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Making Sacrifices
“Jonathan, stop the car,” Amy demanded, her features resolute. “Right
now. This minute.”
His head swiveled around. “Are you insane? It’s two in the
morning,” he pointed out incredulously. His grip on the steering
wheel tightened until his knuckles were white. “I’m not going to let
you walk home from here.”
Amy inhaled deeply, mentally counting to ten. Then to twenty.
It didn’t help. Her eyes fairly burned. “I’ll call a cab from a
payphone or something. Just stop the car and let me out. I don’t
want to spend another second with you. I-I don’t understand how you
can be such–Ugh! Just take stop this car. Please.”
Late for Dinner
EEEEEEeeeeeee! Kathy bolted upright in bed. She didn’t remember
setting her alarm clock. She quickly shut off the offending noise and
quietly slid out of bed. She didn’t want to wake Christi, who obviously
hadn’t been bothered by the alarming alarm.
The sleepy girl stretched and yawned as she padded to the bathroom.
Seating herself on the toilet, Kathy was just about to let nature take
its course when she made a startling revelation: someone had slipped a
pair of white panties on her as she slept. She almost messed them
before realizing they were there! Who would pull such a sneaky prank?
Sex with a brunette
Dissy was (and still is) a pretty brunette with gray eyes, an
appealing, healthy body and an irrepressible sense of fun. She had
just recently finished her dissertation and gotten her degree, and was
working part-time for a trade association while she evaluated her
career options. She was currently mulling over a sales position. Even
if that wasn’t what she had planned to do when she grew up, she was a
natural — everyone who knew her agreed to that.
Celebrity Trainers: Megan Fox
“How did I get myself in this situation?” wondered Michael Bay. AT 47 years of age he seemed to have it all. He had a loving wife. He had a very successful career as a film director. He was one of the biggest names in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
“The bitch is blackmailing me” he explained to the mysterious office worker who called himself Smith.
It was not the first infidelity Bay was guilty of. Young starlets who want to make a good impression on film makers are nothing new to the Hollywood scene. Bay was not the first director to have slept with a young actress, nor would he be the last. And a beauty like Megan Fox did not come around every day.
But this bitch was smart. She made a little film of her own, videotaping Bay coming on to her and then having sex with her. Now she held the tape as collateral, threatening to release it to his family and the rest of the world if Bay did not give in to her demands.
Over the years the price of her silence became bigger and bigger. The bigger it got, the harder it became to hide this expense from his family. At the rate it was going, his wife would find out about the affair without Megan saying a word.
“Well, Mr. Bay, we are more than willing to help. Our service is not cheap, but results are guaranteed. Our mutual friend, Mr. Pattison, will testify to that.
Obsessed with big boobs
I’ve always been fascinated with women’s breasts. A nice ass, long legs and pretty face can always get my motor running but nothing works better for me than a tight top with lots of cleavage. In fact it’s seeing them encased in a bra, camisole or low cut shirt that excites me more than just a naked set of big tits. I constantly wonder what my cock would feel like between each set I see. I wonder what they would feel like in my hands and I want to see my seed covering them. I’d rather cum on a woman’s tits than any other part of their body which I’m know frustrates my wife sometimes.
I have been with the same woman for a long time and my wife has what most people would consider average size breasts. She knows I love breasts and she has certainly caught me on more than one occasion staring at other woman’s tits. I’ve tried many times to cum on my wife while she is still wearing her shirt but she always protested against it claiming that she had just washed it. I always feel that our sex is planned and contrived. It always the same basic love making and she doesn’t want to try new or outside the lines of just lying on the bed like a plank of wood.
