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It's always been my Mom and me. I never knew my dad and didn't really care. Mom's a classy lady who is 45 years old, 5'4" in height with shoulder length brunette hair and a bust size of 34FF with size 10-12 panties and has the most scrumptious pair of feet you have ever seen. She wears a size 5 shoe, has slightly hammer shaped toes, smooth soles and a picturesque arch. Her toes go in perfect descending order in height and shape, from her big toe to her tiniest toe. Their shape also gets more hammer like the further down you go in toe size. I guess it's because her feet are squashed together in her work shoes, which have a 3" heel.  She

Brooke and I shared statistics class my junior year of college. The first day of class I noticed her wearing shorts and sandals, so of course I made it a point to sit diagonally behind her for the foot show. Brooke didn't disappoint either! Everyday she gave me the foot show of my life! Fist of all let me describe her. She is very athletic and about 5'5" tall. A lovely brunette with a slender build and about size six feet I guessed. Each day was the same foot show. She'd come in, sit down and start sliding her feet in and out of her sandals. Then she would take them off and cross on ankle over the other. This angle gave me a great shot of the

Becky lived out away from people. She wasn't antisocial; she just didn't need or care to have other people around her very much. Her cabin was far enough out that the only visitors that ever dropped by were the coyotes that howled and yipped at night and occasionally raided her chicken coop. Becky had moved out there three years earlier when she inherited the cabin after her father died in a fishing accident. In his will her father said he thought she would be better suited to his hunting cabin than life in town. She was always the odd person in the family and school. She stood 5 foot six inches and weighed about 120. She was well proportio

Lola Trent When he saw that name on the package, his heart soared. Lola and Richard had been seeing each other for well over a year, but it never got serious between them; never had a chance to, as she had since moved out of town. They still wrote each other all the time, though. He was glad she never dropped out entirely, but he wasn't satisfied. There was an itch that correspondence alone could not scratch, so one could forgive him for not telling her everything. He took the package in and shucked it of its manila-brown wrapping, revealing a handsome little black box with an envelope taped to it, signed with Lola's perfect cursive signatu

I must have cum at least 6 times last night. The photo of Ms. O'Hare so lewdly displaying her pussy and asshole to me was all I needed to fuel my masturbation sessions. After finally sating my pent up frustrations, I was able to drift off to sleep dreaming about the next phase of my plan. Math class was second period that morning, and I was curious to see how Ms. O'Hare would handle herself given all that had happened yesterday. To her credit, she was putting on a strong face and was pretending as if everything was normal. By the afternoon science class, I think she had managed to convince herself that it was indeed over, and that I had actu

Hi, my name is Timothy Drake and I WAS a nobody. I'd done just 'ok' in school. I had failed 12th grade, which made me a year older than everyone else in that grade. I sucked at sports. I'm scrawny by definition at 5'10" and only 155 lbs. I have dirty brown hair with bland brown eyes. I looked like your typical non-existent teenager. Put me in a crowd, and I'd practically be invisible. But not anymore. This was the year where I finally put myself on the map and made high school history. To tell you my story though, we need to go back to the beginning of this school year where it all began. CHAPTER 1 Man, I fucking hated science. And I espe

Trembling, I look over my shoulder. The door to the closet remains closed, locked, and barred with a broom. Honestly, I know I should work facing the door. That way, anybody who somehow makes it in won't be able to see what's on the screen. But something tells me my face will give it away anyways. And I'd rather they see what I'm reading than see the expression of guilt, shame...and, yeah, lust. My roommate doesn't know what I do. She can never work out where I am when I vanish into our shared closet—it's not like either of us use it to store clothes. I'm not sure she has clothes other than her "miniskirt and tiny blouse" ensemble. I