Bridges 24

Chapter 24

I can’t help the smile that’s there on my face as I tossed her flannels towards my…out bedroom chair and work off her pretty little panties, light blue Chilly Willie the penguin’s seem so cute as I tug them off her hips from side to side inching them off and kissing her abdomen to her pubic mound then her I get to her sex.

Where this is coming from I have no idea but it’s just flowing out from my heart, soon, soon she be doing this for me…I tilt my head and make a kiss and slip her outer fold between my lips softly and move my head up the length if her slit then down and as I tilt my head to start on her other fold I slip my tongue inside then my lips continue as I make love to her.

Mr. Francis Lane-Steward II

I cannot in good conscience give you the former title of Lord after your previous letter to my daughter. Rest assured my husband is being notified of your blatant attack on our family and I believe will have words with you on the matter upon his return from the colonies.

I can scarcely believe you would blame this unfortunate accident on my son, who from the manservant, I'm assured was not the one to blame. It is my understanding, that if anything, it is young Francis who is to blame with his rather widely known shameful display upon the women.

As for it making sense?
We'll see.

Maybe?

Daughter to Demons

by Jeffrey M. Mahr and Levanah

Chapter Eleven:
Cinders

CHAPTER 44
Bodies surfaced, and Jim took a turn in the kitchen with Mam to make sure the breakfasts flowed. Larinda eyed me critically.

“You do know you will be on lettuce leaves and water for the next two months, after this?”

“I can’t say no to my dear mother, can I?”

She stuck her head through the serving hatch. “Didn’t stop ye when ye were a bairn, did it?”

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Maskalah took a sip of wine and savored it as he savored the upcoming victory over the Riponian Captain who seemed to be a thorn in his side. He pondered what he would do to the Captain. Sacrifice was too quick and his blood not as powerful as some of the others, but breaking his will and creating a slave might be fun. That kind of task would be especially enjoyable after they conquered Blaire.
The blood mage flicked his fingers at the fireplace. Instantly a blaze erupted and burned warming the room.

Alex Thorul- Imagine my surprise when I first met Larry’s cousin. She was so like Supergirl, all she needed was the costume.