1. Isabelle's f****y Secret


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    didn't mean it.&#034 &#034I was mean too, I apologize.&#034 &#034Is it really true, I mean, about you and Dad?&#034 &#034Yes, and that's why I'm doing this today, you see, Dad can't stop, but he'll have to once I get a boyfriend of my own.&#034 &#034I hope this works Isabelle.&#034 &#034I'll give it my best, I promise.&#034 &#034Play Conner like you play the piano and you'll be okay.&#034 &#034I think I know what you mean, thank you, I'll see you at dinner; wish me luck.&#034 &#034Good luck Isabelle.&#034 The fence that I kicked the soccer ball over extends all the way between our houses, and I discovered, to my dismay, that the metal latch on the gate had rusted shut from non-use. Walking down the driveway was out of the question, my parents would see me from the front window; I had to find a way to open the gate or else climb over the six-foot fence. I yanked and pulled at the latch, fingers tiring and slipping off, stumbling backward, gripping the latch and trying again, eventually succeeding but in the process cutting my finger deep enough to draw bl**d, so I sucked on the wound and pinched it until the bleeding stopped, and then I walked through the gate to the other side. After I closed the gate it seemed like I had been transported into another world; a place where my schoolgirl concerns and my dad were a distant memory; a place where I was imbued with a comforting inner peace. I made my way along the side of Conner's house, all my instincts told me that I belonged ...
    here with him; it was like I was coming home for the first time. I scooted around the corner of the house, ducking inside the garage, a mirror on the wall caught my image before I moved on; the garden alongside the walkway to the house was carefully laid out with flowers arranged in neat rows, there was a sense of order here, and I wondered how I might fit into the picture. The front door loomed over me like a fortress as I knocked; I was ready to cross the Rubicon with nothing to offer him other than myself. &#034Uhhh… hi! Remember me?&#034 I blurted out as soon as the door opened. &#034Yes, I remember you Isabelle, what brings you to my house?&#034 He stood there waiting for me to answer, his eyes hovering over the black rose on my shirt; some girls might take offense at such a look, but I found it thrilling, so I extended my arm for a handshake, and felt gratified that he actually reciprocated. &#034Sorry to bother you Conner, but I accidentally kicked my s****r's soccer ball into your back yard.&#034 &#034Oh I see; I'll go get it for you, wait here.&#034 Conner left me standing in the doorway while he walked through the house. Waiting here for him was dangerous, he'd probably come back and shove the ball into my arms and then send me away, and that would be unacceptable. My only chance was to take matters into my own hands, so I invited myself in, stepping over the threshold, shutting the door, enjoying the startled look on his face when he turned to see standing in the ...
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