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In a world where sex and nudity isn't something to be hidden, there are a few trains that are being backed by elite schools. The ones that transport their students to their campuses that are out in the country where there would be less pollution to hinder the growth of their pupils, and of course to justify the tuition that they charge. There are ones built for girl schools and others for boy schools. A few have started to see how both could be mixed and if there was a market for that. Since mixed schools would have access to the other sex constantly. These trains were designed for one real reason, despite what a few may now use them for. It was to give them relief of any stress that had built up in as they tried to live their lives. It’s been a known scientific fact for years. So, instead of denying the fact that humans are the sexual creatures that we know we are, some schools are now providing a physical way to help in that aspect of their student's lives. This free...

“My brother walked in on me showering and I didn’t notice until he wrapped his arms around me and grabbed my cock. He had to keep his hand over my mouth the entire time so I wouldn’t be loud. But I loved every second of it!” === I stumbled into the bath and stopped to look back at what I had tripped on. It was my own underwear. Bradly had managed to pull them down when I was leaving our bedroom and I was a little too tired to bother pulling them back up, even when I felt them continue to slide down my legs. I kicked them away towards the clothes hamper before walking past the sink and into the shower.  I turned on the hot water and waited for what was coming out of the shower head to not freeze me to death. I remembered seeing my parent’s bedroom door closed and I could smell breakfast being made so my brain told me that Dad was still in bed because he had the day off and Mom was downstairs burning toast while making scrambled eggs.  I stepped in and unde...

I just posted far more 'stories' than I thought I would have to. to get current with what is posted over on Tumblr. And there are still more 'stories' over there that I didn't post here just because I think they might be...pushing some boundaries for some people. Yeah, I rock most boundaries unless it's something I really don't want to be a part of and that puts me ahead of most people and their limits. So if you are wondering what I haven't shown you, feel free to use this link . It will take you to the list of all the posts that I have tagged 'My Stories'. All the long ones, all the short ones. All the very interesting captions that I wrote up and thought was worthy of the tag at the time.   So, we know this isn't possible as of December 20th 2018. So as of that date, I have tried to copy over more of my stories and the photos for them and the ones that I already had here. Hopefully, I got all of them before I was locked out of my tum...

“Betty must learn to dress her maids better,” I tell my daughter as she greets me at the door and I hand my hat to our far better-dressed maid. “I gave her the card for our tailor before I left.” I continued as we turned to walk down the hallway. “The poor girl had to hold up her skirt the whole time.” I lamented before stepping down into the sunroom that we regularly sat in to do most of our activities. “I’m lucky she didn’t spill the tea on me.” “You said the same thing about Mrs. Sutter’s maids too last week,” Anna said as she walked over to a chair that already had a book on it. “I said it because it’s true,” I stated before I sat down on my favorite chair. “But at least Mrs. Sutter used some decent colors for her staff's uniforms. The ones I saw today were a black skirt, a light brown apron that did the girl’s breasts no favors and simple dime-a-dozen white panties.” “Mmm,” my daughter mumbled as she no longer paid me any attention. I turned to look out the window...

“I walked in on Adam masturbating in front of one of the maids again. I shouldn’t be upset with him really. He’s the most ordinary of my children as in he hardly touches the staff. I was far more relieved when I was told he actually had sex with them, male and female alike, than when I found out that he was inviting or ordering them to his room, where they would find him dressed in the day’s uniform. He would then proceed to strip in front of them and then jack himself off as he made them watch him. Then once he had recovered from his orgasm, he would ask them to run a bath for him and before leaving.” I turned the page from the blond boy that reminded me of my son who was in a similar position and saw a grid of every uniform that has been used since Adam developed this kink of his. “He is an adorable boy that photographed very well. I liked the one of him with his hair up in a bun as he modeled a Sunday outfit from last year, complete with tail and ears.” ...

I looked in on the girl and saw that she was still doing well, even with the evidence of her punishment clearly seen on her face. I closed the door and walked away. I was about to tell Paula, who was walking towards me, to make sure she got her meal before the staff officially retired for the night, when I remembered how her eyes looked. “Tia only gets two cups of water before the house shuts down tonight,” I tell her instead. “Yes Mam,” she answers before she continues on her way. Her punishment had to be uncomfortable or it wouldn’t be too much of deterrent. I will have to ask my husband what else we could inflict on her, or if we should just turn her over to the law keepers. I wasn’t very good at inflicting harm, but thievery must be dealt with and I will not allow it under our roof. === Ok. So this one could use some expanding on. Later. Later. Well, it's later and I've completely forgotten what it is I was thinking never mind wanted to post. Sorry. ==...

I sat in that chair, in that hotel room as I watched my younger brother as he sucked off the guy he had hired for a night or two. I was told that we were going to have fun like we use to. I was told we were going to share. I was told they were very good looking. He didn’t lie. I just, for a moment, forgot about the good times we use to have before I got married. I forgot about all the times we locked ourselves in the bathroom and jerked each other off in the morning before going to school and parting to live in our clicks. About the nights we tired ourselves out so much, that we found ourselves in each other beds more days than not by the time our mom or dad knocked on our door to wake us up. We talked about each other’s girl friends as we banged in the back of my car about once a month when we had to do it outside the house so we could be as loud as we wanted. I always called it my car, but it was the one our mom shared with me and Dan, my brother, who was now swallowing a ...