My Daughter & Me Playtime
My Daughter & Me
by Marie LeClare
My name is Ann, and I am a 40 year old divorced BI-sexual woman. I have blond hair, blue eyes, 5’8, and 135lbs. and a size 36D cup. I was married for 14 years and have gotten a divorce just last year. I have three kids named Tina who is 21, Dawn who is 18, and a son named Duane who is 10. Tina is married and has a child that is 4 months old and Dawn has just finished high school and Duane is going into 5th grade.
Duane lives with his father Dee and Dawn lives with me. Tina lives with her husband over by her dad’s house. They all have the same father. Anyway, enough about that, here is my story about my daughter Dawn.
It was a hot summer day and Dawn was out in a blue bikini and a very short blue bikini thong. She was laying out in the front yard as usual while some 25 year old guys checked her out (we lived in a neighborhood full of either single or divorced men that had between 1-2 children).
I started to get turned on as I watched Dawn put some tanning lotion over her very athletic body. Her hands really played with her breasts and she would squeeze them once in awhile. Like I said, I am BI-sexual and I am attracted to lots of girls ever since I got a divorce.
I never looked at my daughters this way before in my life. Dawn has blonde hair down to her shoulders, blue eyes, about 115 lbs, and a nice 34C.
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Girls with no Panties Picking Up Dykes at the Mall
Fun at the Mall
by Marie LeClare
I had just bought the blouse the day before, hoping that the shopping experience would mend my broken heart, but it didn’t, so I decided to return it today. No way was this blouse going to do anything for me tonight when I go clubbing. I had to look extra special. Tonight may be the night that I’d meet that somebody special. Smiling at the thought, butterflies invading my stomach.
As I looked to the head of the line of the ‘Return Item Section.’ The older lady was still in front arguing with the clerk. I could see the frustration on the clerk’s face. It was going to be a long wait. I was fifth in line.
I decided to look around and survey the rest of the store from the line. It was the only thing I could do. As I looked towards the racks with the blouses. Maybe, I thought, I would see one that would catch my eye, and I could exchange this one for. Suddenly, I stopped, my eyes catching a glimpse at the blonde who was also looking through the rack. I had no idea why this girl had caught my attention. Besides the fact that she was flat-out gorgeous.
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Cam Girl Zoey Zane #10 Wizard of Oz
Zoey Zane #10 Wizard of Oz
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Weekend
by drinkitbitch
My turn again, huh? Ok here goes! This is a true personal story from highschool.
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Why so serious? Overanalyzing girls posting naked pics
Here’s how to over-analyze the fact that young girls just like the attention and positive feedback of posting their cooch online:
If you’re building a tech product that has anything to do with photos then you’re probably feeling an uncomfortable sense of déjà vu lately, and it has to do with data security.
It had become so routine that throughout the fall it was hard to imagine a Monday without hearing about another set of iCloud photos that been hacked during the weekend.
And these aren’t just typical pictures of the girl down the street or the guy next door.
Girl Lover on the Bus
Fun on the Bus
by Marie LeClare
Cairo, Illinois, is a sad place. It really feels deserted. The population is about 3000 which sounds like a good round number, but the city was built to handle a population five times larger. The buildings are still there, large stone banks, churches, and government buildings; beautiful in design, but with their promise unfulfilled. They look sad standing still abandoned. It’s the saddest city in the world.
My name is Natalie..Natalie Wood. Yes I know that it’s the same as that famous movie actress but I’m not a pretty girl. At least not in my eyes, and certainly not as pretty as she was. The boys used to tease me with, ‘When nobody would, Natalie would’, but really I wouldn’t.
My Mom had a hard time supporting us since my Father died from that accident you read about in the newspapers and with no insurance, so she decided to put me on a bus when I was 12, by myself, to go and live with my Grandma down in Montgomery, Alabama.
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