Mom said, "I have extra copies of the magazine shoot. I'll give you a copy. You'll like it. He's hunky.""Io, what are you going to do?""I was going to put something in my locker next year so my friends can see my hunky guy."Mom said, "What's wrong, son? You made good money last year for that shoot and you have many fans who want you to do another shoot." I blushed some more.Io said, "My guy is a centerfold. Yes, that will be totally hot. Dare, I will get you to sign it with love. The girls who see it will be so jealous. Dare, you will become a legend." She was starting to giggle.Mom was smiling happily. She said, "I'm going to gym to work out my frustrations. I'll be home around three. Have fun." She left with her gym bag laughing happily.Io jumped up and pulled at my hand. "Up, Dare! I want you in my bed first. Then, we'll try other places." I pulled her into my arms and kissed her releasing all the love for her that I have.We almost ran to her bedroom. Once there, we undresse
She smiled and said, "I will think on it while we clean up. Let's shower together." My cock popped into an erection at the thought of that shower. Io grinned. "I can feel that you like that idea!"We unwrapped our bodies and walked into the bathroom. When the temperature was right, we got in together and washed and fondled each other. We kissed and fondled each other's bodies. Io said quietly, "I still have one virgin hole. I want you to take my last virginity. Do me in the ass! There is Vaseline in the drawer."I was a little surprised but got the Vaseline. Io leaned over in the shower stall and spread her legs. I squirted lube on my fingers and rubbed her anal crease paying attention to her anus. I rubbed her sphincter and she moaned happily. I put more on my index finger and wormed it into her virgin butt. Her moan was even happier. She looked back at me with eyes that were shining with lust. "That feels so good. Lube your cock and push it in my ass. I want you there now."I spread
Sasha Richards was glad this day was over. As the owner and sole-instructor at The Studio – Sasha Richards Pilates, she had put in a long day. She had taught two classes each of beginners, intermediates, and advanced, and in between classes, she had caught up on office work and billing. Her final task of the day, after the last of her students had left, was to run the big mop over the dark wood floors of the main room, clean the walls of mirrors at the front and sides of the room, straighten her reception area, and lock the front door. Just before she left, she gathered her laundry together; she always changed her workout clothes halfway through her day and took a quick shower, so she could feel fresh for her afternoon and evening classes.Getting into her vintage VW ‘Beetle,’ with its faded blue exterior, she quickly drove the five miles to the apartment she shared with her boyfriend Matthew. Sasha parked her car in the rear parking lot and climbed the stairs to the second-floor entr
“I don’t think it’s possible for a normal woman. A woman would have to have an unusually long neck; her spine would have to be abnormally flexible as well. What you probably saw was two young women with the same coloring and the same general build, strategically posed so you could only see the lower half of one girl and the upper half of the other.”“You’re probably right; but it was really kinky. Why don’t we try it now just to prove the point? You have a long neck, and I know you are really flexible. If you can’t do it or get really close, no one can.”After four glasses of wine, two with dinner and two more at the bar, her judgement was not what it normally would be.“OK, let’s try it; just don’t try to help me. I’ll know my breaking point, you won’t, and I don’t want to end up in a wheelchair.”She climbed onto their bed, laid on her back and, after a few deep breaths, put her arms together in front of her and curled herself up into a ball. With her elbows resting on the backs of
She allowed her anger to build until, after a few minutes, she exploded.“You fucking bastard. You think you’ve won; you think I can’t make it without you. I’ve got news for you; I will survive. In fact, I will thrive!Just like an over inflated balloon, it reaches a point where it can’t handle any more air, bursts, and very little remains. Sasha returned to her bedroom, prepared a bed for herself using her quilt folded in half and her pillow, stripped, and naked, crawled between the fold of the quilt, and reviewed her situation. All remnants of her anger had completed disappeared.‘At this point, I can’t afford to rent another apartment, and I won’t ever move in with anyone ever again. I don’t want to jeopardize my studio, but I have no choice, I’ll have to live in my office. I’ve already got a convertible sofa thanks to that yard sale we went to a year ago. I’ll have to move it behind my desk, so I can open it at night. I have a microwave, a refrigerator, and a coffee machine I can
It all started sometime around 1846. His fifth great grandfather on his father’s side of the family had fled the area around Mexico City to escape the political and social unrest that threatened to erupt into a full-scale shooting war with the United States. Taking his share of the family’s considerable wealth in gold, he resettled on land that the family owned north of the Rio Grande River, near the small town, which would eventually become Tucson, Arizona. Twelve years later that area, from the eastern border of California, across the future state of Arizona and part way across New Mexico, would be transferred from Mexico to the United States, in a transaction known as the Gadsden Purchase. With the stroke of a pen and the transfer of ten million dollars, the United States acquired a much-coveted railroad route around the mountains between the southeast and the Pacific Ocean and, almost overnight, tens of thousands of Mexican citizens became residents of the United States. His ances
“We are going to be spending the Christmas and New Year’s weeks at the house in Flagstaff. They are predicting a white Christmas this year. Your mother would really like it if you could join us. We are going to fly up there on the 22nd.”It was not asked as a question; it was more like an order.“Dad, I’ve got a lot of work on my desk. I have a bunch of lease renewals that I have to review, and we just received the contract on that parcel of land in Surprise that you want to buy. We are in the middle of preparing our application for a variance for the new shopping center on the Happy Valley Highway in Peoria. I can’t spend two weeks away from the office.”After a few minutes thinking about his dilemma, Rick responded.“I’ll work this weekend and long days next week; I should be able to drive up on Christmas Eve morning, spend Christmas and New Year’s Eve with you and mom and drive back New Year’s Day.”“Good, your mother will be pleased.”Miguel turned and returned to his office.For
The probable cause of the crash was “the pilot’s failure to maintain control of the airplane during a descent over the mountains during an extremely bad weather event, which was a result of spatial disorientation.” Your father was not qualified to fly his plane by “instruments only.” From interviews of various personnel at the airport we have determined that for whatever reason your father was over an hour behind his anticipated takeoff time. He was using a report of the anticipated weather conditions in the Flagstaff area that was not current. The mechanics report showed that the plane was fully fueled and in good shape prior to takeoff. We will never be able to determine if the crash was due to a mechanical problem, there was just not enough left.”“Thank you, Mr. Manning, for all your help; it was the result of a lack of proper judgement by my father. He was a very stubborn man once he set his mind on a course of action.”Rick walked over to the wall of windows that faced the back