1. Living among the Kilitoki


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: mind_warrior_2000, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Manhood Rite byfictitious© *** Warning: This is a long story, with a plot that slowly builds up. The actual sex happens towards the end. If long stories aren't your thing, then please beware. *** This story is fiction and all characters are of legal age (18 years of age or older). - Chapter 1 - &#034I'll see you in twenty minutes.&#034 Zoe hung up the phone and, mop in hand, looked at the kitchen floor of her flat. Half of the tiles were sparkling white, while the other half had a dull, dusty look to them. She dipped the mop back in the bucket and began untying her apron. &#034Peter! Peter! Come over here!&#034 she yelled out turning her head towards the living room where the television was making excessive noise. Several moments later, Peter shuffled into the kitchen barefoot. &#034Careful honey! The floor is still wet over there,&#034 warned Zoe and she watched Peter nearly slip on the damp tiles. &#034Peter, I need to drop by the office and have a quick chat with Doug. I'm going to have to ask you to finish mopping the rest of this.&#034 Peter glanced at the floor and quickly estimated the size of work. &#034Oh, um... but I'm watching my show, mom.&#034 He had a hint of begging in his tone. &#034Peter, you've been watching TV all day, while I've been cleaning the house. You could have, at least, asked me if I needed help. It's one show after another for you, isn't it?&#034 Peter didn't feel like being chastised, thus he nodded solemnly and reached for the mop. &#034At ...
    least put some shoes on,&#034 instructed Zoe pushing past her son on the way out of the kitchen. &#034The floor better not get dirtier either. Oh, and when you finish with the floor, could you wipe down the counters too? Thanks, son!&#034 Peter scowled -- his relaxing afternoon was turning into a pile of chores. As Peter shuffled off to get some shoes, Zoe hurried down the hall into her room. She changed into more suitable clothes and looked out the window. Gray clouds were covering the sky and it was anybody's guess at the chance of rain. She decided to arm herself with an umbrella, just in case. On the way out, Zoe peeked into the kitchen where Peter was keenly working the mop over a row of tiles. She smiled -- Peter did good work once he warmed up to it. With that thought, she marched out of the door. The office of the local branch of the European Humanitarian Association, or EHA, was located in the heart of the city. As Zoe walked down the familiar street, she scanned the clouds for any immediate threat of rain. With a flick of her wrist she opened the umbrella and positioned it above her. At this pace she would reach the office in about fifteen minutes, and the sooner the better, since the early fall chill was beginning to make its way under her thin, gray coat. While walking, Zoe was wondering what it was Doug, her boss, wanted to talk to her about. &#034I want to talk to you about this in person, if you don't mind,&#034 he said to her on the phone. He wouldn't even tell ...
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