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Wednesday, July 13, 2011. Thanks again for an overwhelming response to the story. So where to from here? Be in touch soon.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011. The smell of sweet oranges drifted across him as his wife leaned over and clipped in his seat belt. He kissed her and she laughed as their noses bumped. He smirked as he rested his hand on her knee and flexed his fingers as she drove. He chuckled, he used to do this to.
A Jon and Callie Holiday infusion. Wednesday, January 12, 2011. She was back in the Operating room trying desperately to save her, the machines shrieked behind her as she desperately tried to stop the bleed plugging more gauze into the open cut. There was just so much blood. She looked up at the girl lying helplessly at her mercy, her sunny blond hair peeking from the surgical cap and her eyes opened.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011. The smell of sweet oranges drifted across him as his wife leaned over and clipped in his seat belt. He kissed her and she laughed as their noses bumped. He smirked as he rested his hand on her knee and flexed his fingers as she drove. He chuckled, he used to do this to.
A Jon and Callie Holiday infusion. Wednesday, January 12, 2011. She was back in the Operating room trying desperately to save her, the machines shrieked behind her as she desperately tried to stop the bleed plugging more gauze into the open cut. There was just so much blood. She looked up at the girl lying helplessly at her mercy, her sunny blond hair peeking from the surgical cap and her eyes opened.
Saturday, April 18, 2009. She curled up on his large over sized couch, picked up her iphone and sighed. He got laid that night, that was for fucking sure.
A collection of naughty stories for naughty girls. Wednesday, August 18, 2010. The Object of His Desire - Pt 1. He handed Dot her glass of wine, kissed her temple and walked out to the wide decking that spilled onto the beach. This was a popular night spot and a little exclusive so it was easy to blend in with the crowd. He dug for a cigarette and then his lighter. Dammit it was in here somewhere. He rested his glass of Pinot down on the table and dug into his back pockets. Jon took a pull of his cigaret.
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