The summer I turned eighteen, I was a closeted bisexual with a secret love for women's panties, long hair that brushed my shoulders, thick thighs, and an ass that always turned heads—even if I pretended not to notice. Fresh out...
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College Weekend
"Doug takes me to school."
The second Mom’s key turned in the lock, the house filled with her perfume and laughter, and everything Doug and I had done that weekend slammed into me like a freight train. She dropped her suitcase, opened her arms, and...