1. Good Story, to good not to share. Stuck up rich gi


    Date: 10/26/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: rampage86, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    bright, but not unattractive shade of pink. If she had been aware of the amusement, or con- fusion her hair color was causing, she would have simply sniffed about the crudeness and lack of sophistication of the watchers, utterly certain that wherever in the world she happened to be, whatever she happened to be wearing was THE height of fashion, and that included hair coloring and style. She was not aware of the bewildering looks though, since all her attention was focused on herself, and the unhappiness and uncomfortableness she was presently feeling. These were not things Kristen was normally f***ed to contend with. Seldom in her short life had she been refused any pleasure, comfort or want, however fleeting or tran- sitory. Everywhere she went she was granted boons favors and generosity. At home, her slightest wish was her parents most important demand. Nothing was denied her. Of course this went a long way to explaining her self indulgent nature, her selfishness and vain outlook on life. Kristen was about as spoiled as any human being that walked the face of the earth, and as shallow as a dried river bed. Though she was far from stupid, an original thought had never crossed her pretty little mind. She followed the dictates of her social group to the letter, her every move governed by whatever happened to be "IN." Now here she was sweating, SWEATING! In a sauna that was permissible, but out in the open, in her clothes, it was utterly intolerable. "Dadddeeeeeeeeee," she ...
    whined. "Can't we go in- doors where it's air-conditioned?" "The building isn't air-conditioned sweetheart. It's hotter than out here," he replied. "Not air-conditioned?" She was truly amazed. In her experience all buildings were air-conditioned. What kind of a place was this? "Ahhh, here comes our driver I think," her father sighed with relief. Kristen turned to see a boxy looking car racing towards them in a cloud of dust. She squinted her eyes against the sun, then put her hand over her mouth as the thing drew up in front of them, hurling small pebbles and dirt all around. "You Charles Taylor?" a voice demanded. "I am." "Righto." A figure jumped out of the box and moved around to stand in front of them. Kristen looked up in disgust. The man was in his early thirties, tall, with coarse dark hair and weathery tanned skin, he wore a cheap brown short sleeved shirt and dark green pants tucked into boots, not even designer boots. He was sort of handsome, in a rugged, cowboy type way, with a thick, barrel chest and enormous, biceps. His hands were big and rough from work, and his chest hair curled out through the half open shirt. Kristen wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Pleased ta meet yah." The man said, holding out his big hand at Taylor. "I'm Joe Steel." "How do you do?" Charles said, shaking hands. "This is my wife Lucy..." "Charmed." Lucy said, waving her hand back and forth in front of her face to stir a little breeze. "And my daughter Kristen." "Hi there Kris." he grinned, his ...
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