I’d been begging my girlfriend, Carly, to try anal for months. When she finally agreed, to my shock she swapped our genders with nanites. And a few minutes later I found myself bent over our couch, with her cock working my tight hole.
Stop calling me Jack!
Stop calling me Jack!
I had made a few friends at the expectant mothers group, and a few of them seemed very fun and open minded. So I had invited them over for drinks. After a few drinks they were asking for me to share the story of how I had met my husband. “You won’t believe me if I told you the truth” I had told them. “Oh come on Annie it can’t be that far fetched”
Here Gentlemen we can see one of our newest inmates receiving their daily community service. Frankie here was once a gun smuggler for a white supremacy group down in Georgia. When we got him here at our fine establishment we knew exactly what to do with him. With the most recent set of drugs and nanites available to us we reformed Frankie into a loving and willing citizen that aims to please. As you can see here both she and Mr. Jones enjoy there daily community service,
Joe had been struggling at the start of his senior year to come up with an idea for a thesis. His generic liberal arts major meant he could pick practically anything, but it HAD to involve at least six months of research. He was complaining about his lack of focus to his roommate Mark one night when Mark suggested an idea.
Stop calling me Jack!
Joe had been struggling at the start of his senior year to come up with an idea for a thesis. His generic liberal arts major meant he could pick practically anything, but it HAD to involve at least six months of research. He was complaining about his lack of focus to his roommate Mark one night when Mark suggested an idea.
Stop calling me Jack!
Stop calling me Jack!