Plastic models. I was introduced the year before and now it was a passion. Aircraft Carriers. Tanks. The latest Automobiles. Oh how I fell in love wit... the Pontiac GTO that year. I received the model at Christmas. I was great with glue. I had learned to use as little as needed and thus had less of a mess. Painting. Well, that was another story. But eventually I learned not to put it on so thick. LOL.School. Friends. Playing outdoors until nearly dark. It was a wonderful year.A young child's. Unlike the other hunters, Jesse was taking his time leaving the hunter's pavilion, and was heading towards the prey paddock instead of the hunter's start line. Taryn realized that Jesse had somehow won the right to bag the 'non-participating' prey. She watched as he leisurely cocked his composite crossbow and fitted a lethal looking hunting bolt to the string. When the final seconds of the allotted fifteen minutes had ticked away, the Huntmaster struck a small gong to signal the hunters to. Sweat broke out on her brow. She closed her eyes and tried to remember what landed her here in the first place. The memory of fighting Collin to avoid this was still fresh in her mind. ?You’ll submit to me the way a good submissive in Dominant’s clothing would.? Glaring at her through thin slits of his eyes, he practically growled the words when he reached for her hair and tugged her to her knees.Jackie hated him for it though her body certainly responded. Her pussy was wet when she walked. Oh, my name is Brad, but my friends all call me 'Bud.' The sperm donor of my daughter is named John, but I guess my lying, cheating wife called him 'Jo.' How cleaver to swap names in her story, no one who knew us casually would ever guess... Right!She hid our identity so well; I suppose that's why dozens of anonymous 'friends' mailed it, or its link on an erotic story site to me. I don't suppose there's a good way to find out your wife cheated on you, or that your first child isn't actually.