I spotted her again through my telescope, in her little bikini, lying on a recliner in her tiny back yard, she was almost all legs. She lived with her mother and step-father in a trailer park, on the very edge of the woods. Her name was Jenni Lane, she was eighteen. From more than three thousand yards away, I admired her tan body, as she began to oil herself. My plan was coming along well. As I stood away from my telescope, I ran the plan through my mind one more time. The contractor had finally finished my ‘darkroom’ deep in the basement of my large house. My hired private-detective had tap… 続きを読む

Dillon was learning to speak Russian a little better after a week in Kiev, Ukraine. He found the people friendly and helpful, and a larger percentage of them spoke a bit of English than he had expected. Dillon took every opportunity to practice his Russian, freely starting conversations with the accommodating Ukrainians. He focused his efforts on the beautiful young women of the city when possible. They seemed to find the tall and lean American with a camera slung over his shoulder interesting. He found the large city to be beautiful with its century’s old architecture and plentiful parks. He… 続きを読む

Sean wrapped up at work early. It was a blistering hot and sunny spring day and he couldn’t concentrate, all he thought about was Tracy. He was a small-town boy from the mountains in the Southwest and had never been exposed to anyone like her. On the way home, he stopped at Walgreen’s to pick up some bathroom supplies and beer and found some other cool stuff, too. Getting back into his truck, he cracked open a beer and pulled out of the parking lot, his mind on Tracy again, the blow job she had given him. She was so sexy, so. . . What was she? Why was he fascinated with her? His house was dar… 続きを読む

We sat in that dark station for nearly an hour. I told Becky again and again how good her mouth had felt, and she never got tired of hearing it. While the bus sat at that station, I thought maybe my mouth would make her feel as good, and asked her if she thought so. "Yes Danny, I bet it would. I would let you. . . you know, if you wanted to." she said. "You’re the nicest boy I have ever met." I slowly pushed her back into the corner, against her pillows, and her legs fell open. I looked down at her nakedness. Some moonlight shown through our window and I saw it reflecting off thousands of li… 続きを読む

(1975) I loved the smell of the old Greyhound bus station, something about the exhaust from all those buses. But my Ma didn’t seem to like it there much; she seemed kinda nervous. Maybe I am confusing her disdain of the filthy bus station with the trepidation she must have felt with sending me, her thirteen-year old boy, off to Texas for a month. I dunno, but I did what I could to calm her, which meant doing what she said, promising to write and telling her how much I would miss her. Nearly thirty years later, I still wonder how she sc****d-up the money for that bus ticket. Anyway, I got on th… 続きを読む

Sean grew excited, hearing the knocking at his front door. The e***** agency had dispatched a new girl to answer his call tonight, and he eagerly looked forward to meeting her. Imagine his disappointed when he opened his front door and saw a bunny rabbit standing there. Had the agency that had been so reliable made some sort of mistake, sending him a bunny rabbit? She was very cute, he supposed; she had large brown eyes and smiled at him sweetly, innocently. She was a grey rabbit, with long white ears and a fuzzy white tail. “You’re a bunny rabbit,” Sean said, pointing out the obvious. She n… 続きを読む

Sean watched out his kitchen window as the scene unfolded in his backyard. The girl, a young teen, led a strange man toward the rear of Sean’s property, to the rickety old shed. He watched her grow frustrated, and then mad, when she found the shed padlocked. Sean grinned, in his kitchen, as he reached into his pocket, removing his key-ring and examining the two shiny new Master-Lock keys. As he watched, the teen seemed to make a decision, and she led her man around to the side of the shed. She knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants with her frantic hands. Soon, she had his pants around… 続きを読む

Does it even matter when i select what I "like" or "dislike?" When i check my recommendations the videos are rarely what i "like". thanks… 続きを読む