Guilty Secrets
We were shocked - nay, disgusted - to read on an internet discussion forum of a chap's confession that his darkest, guiltiest secret was that he recently cracked one out over press photos of tragic MILF Kate McCann. He reasoned that "she's a good Catholic girl and looks dirty, so she'd probably go bareback".
What guilty secrets can you no longer keep to yourself?
( , Fri 31 Aug 2007, 12:22)
We were shocked - nay, disgusted - to read on an internet discussion forum of a chap's confession that his darkest, guiltiest secret was that he recently cracked one out over press photos of tragic MILF Kate McCann. He reasoned that "she's a good Catholic girl and looks dirty, so she'd probably go bareback".
What guilty secrets can you no longer keep to yourself?
( , Fri 31 Aug 2007, 12:22)
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I have a little confession to make.
My sister's 13. Yesterday, she went to her friend's house in town, and both my parents were in work. I walked past her room, and I noticed she'd left a pair of panties on the floor by the door. It was a cute little thong, like the tiny ones, and it was just lying there, like she didn't care. I guess she changed before she left. I don't know why, I guess I just wanted to have a look. So I picked them up, and I was like really nervous, checking all the windows. After a while my libido got the best of me, thinking about this little piece of cloth up her arse and everything...I ended up sniffing her panties, and wanking with them on my face. The smell and everything just got me so hard, I was streaming over her carpet and everything. Then I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and there was dice in the mirror, if anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought nah forget it, yo home to Bel-Air! I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo home, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne, as the Prince of Bel-Air.
( , Fri 31 Aug 2007, 13:39, Reply)
My sister's 13. Yesterday, she went to her friend's house in town, and both my parents were in work. I walked past her room, and I noticed she'd left a pair of panties on the floor by the door. It was a cute little thong, like the tiny ones, and it was just lying there, like she didn't care. I guess she changed before she left. I don't know why, I guess I just wanted to have a look. So I picked them up, and I was like really nervous, checking all the windows. After a while my libido got the best of me, thinking about this little piece of cloth up her arse and everything...I ended up sniffing her panties, and wanking with them on my face. The smell and everything just got me so hard, I was streaming over her carpet and everything. Then I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and there was dice in the mirror, if anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought nah forget it, yo home to Bel-Air! I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo home, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne, as the Prince of Bel-Air.
( , Fri 31 Aug 2007, 13:39, Reply)
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