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daun

o on, kneel right there. I've got a special treat for you today. You love the smell of my feet, don't you? You can't imagine how much work it was to create those stinkies. I'm sure you want to smell it as soon as possible~. Okay, okay, no need to rush... Whoa! Your panties are soaked already... Was imagining the smell of my feet enough to turn you on? Ooo-kay... there! Check it out~. These are something else, right? Those socks are so filthy they've turned black on the sole section. I spent a whole week preparing these just for you!! I bet you can sense their heat and smell even from this distance, right? Hmmm? I was hoping you'd be happier about this... I thought you liked when the smell is so rich and concentrated? Whether you like it or not, you're going to help me deal with the smell... Come on! It's those same steamy soles that you love so much~. Ahaha! you look like you're about to retch~. Can't take it? Is it too strong? Remind me, what ar...
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the turner sister

Shauna and Marian were not just sisters they were best of friends. The two girls were the pride and joy of the family. They were active girls growing up; playing a variety of sports and participating in church every week. Unlike their other siblings they were more reserved and would rather spend a night talking then going to a loud nightclub. Only being a year and a day apart and with Shauna failing a year in school they shared many wonderful moments in school together.  In their teen years both girls won many championships in softball, basketball, and soccer. They both maintained high grades and served as class president and vice president. Perhaps their most glamorous accomplishment was finishing in the top three in the beauty pageant.  While attending college in Alabama they lived in a small apartment off campus. They loved college life. They were always having people over to sit on their porch to talk into the wee hours of the mourning. The girls brought smi...

women under

PART 1 Simon squirmed nervously in his seat as the woman facing him from behind the desk read over the report given him by the president of Omega Phi, the frat he was rushing that week. The fraternity had presented him with an assignment, sealed in an envelope. He was forbidden to open it; instead, he was directed to the address of a warehouse in an industrial part of town to deliver the contents of the envelope to a woman by the name of Charlene. Apparently, Charlene, a forty-five year old brunette who took extraordinary care of her self, had been expecting him because she greeted him at the door and escorted him to a desk in a room, vacant but for a desk and a couple of chairs. She surprised him with a pat on the behind as she offered him a seat. From the moment she took er seat, she leered as him, like a wolf contemplating a fatted calf. “You’re very cute.” she informed him with a wink. “I can’t wait to see what your fraternity has in store for you here.” Charlene gestured...