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Matthew said looking up from his computer. "Oh, I don't care much about the bike, it's old and I think it's high time I got a car." "Finally, I'd say she did you a favour, when are you getting one?" "Soon, I would get one, just after I have gotten my driver's license." Matthew raised an eyebrow not believing his ears. "Your driver's license? You don't have a driver's license? How old are you again?" "Twenty seven, why do you ask?"

Suffocating. Veronica closed her eyes. Thirty-nine days since her forty-first birthday. She hadn’t celebrated. There had been a small cake, yes—vanilla with too much icing, the way her mother liked it—and a card signed by both parents in careful, matching handwriting. But no party. No friends calling to toast her. The few people she’d once called close had drifted away during the divorce, choosing sides or simply choosing silence.

"Kelly, I understand that home confinement has been stressful but you're talking about incest." "Oh mom, really? Am I twelve? I'm eighteen, an adult, so there's no law against me having sex, not that I was in any way deterred. As for incest? Well, my attitude is what happens here, stays here. Let's be real. We know what we want. Sam steals your panties mom, did you know that?"

Rest assured, there will be no depiction of rape in this story. Please note that the next chapter is strictly for readers aged 18 and above.

Or with Jase. “You ready?” Jase asked, picking me up from Fred Meyer. I’d been working at the supermarket since I was sixteen, and the money was helping to put me through school. I was twenty-one and ready to take on the world. “I don’t know,” I admitted, gripping his jacket. “You haven’t told me what we’re doing.” “It’s gonna involve you naked and me licking every inch of your body.” I shivered, biting my lip. “How exactly is that going to happen?”

“C'mon, it can't be that bad. That's just a place for people with insatiable appetites,“ “Did I say that out loud?“ I asked, wondering if my thoughts had been heard. “Nah, it's all over your face. You feel disgusted,“ His eyes trailed over me, “You ain't exactly prudish, so I'm guessing you ain't a fan of PDA?“ “I'm not a fan of porn, especially one as dark as what I'd just witnessed,“ “Well, I beg to differ,“ He chuckled. ”It's a hard world, lady. Most of us get random, stubborn boners. We need a place like this to ease off,“ “But there were teenagers back there…" “Over 18, I assure you.“ “Still doesn't make it feel right!“ “In all honesty, I've never heard t

He teased her, "That's because you're still a student." "I'm already 18 years old, and I'm an adult. I can handle my alcohol!" Larissa said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. Ambrose looked into her eyes and said, "No means no. As far as I'm concerned, you're only considered an adult once you're 20."

On this very special day, I already had Courtney's birthday present well figured out and as always, I was so certain she'd love what I had got her. Courtney was a very elegant young girl who adored fashion and always wore tight-fitting mini gowns that could barely fit anyone her age. To her, looking beautiful and feeling confident in what she wore always kept her positive. On this day, she was turning 18 and I had picked out a short cherry-red gown, a small fancy bag and some very pretty diamond earrings which I found in the jewelry shop the day before. I just knew She'd love them as she had always wanted a pair of diamond earrings.

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She spread her legs wider, showing me how soaked she was. “You can have me all night if you want… and every other night too,” she continued, eyes locked on mine. “You can fuck my mouth, my tight pussy… whatever you want. I’ll be your dirty little secret slut. But you have to promise not to tell Mum and Dad about my videos. Keep my secret, and I’ll keep your cock very, very happy.” Katricia pulled down the straps of her nightgown to reveal her bare breasts, her hard pink nipples begging for attention.