Jojo Baker sat at her dressing table and using a dark eyebrow pencil, carefully outlined a mustache and goatee over her lip and on her chin! When she was satisfied with the result, she sprinkled a generous dab of hair crème into her hand, worked it into her scalp, and then combed her short hair in the classic male style part on the left comb to the right!

Nicole stood under the hot shower and let the needle-like spray soothe her tired muscles! "What a day," she sighed while cupping her full breasts and stepping onto the bath mat to dry off! While toweling off she admired her trim athletic form in the full-length mirror, smiling to herself when thinking about last night when Rick had taken her hard and fast on the kitchen table bringing on a series of orgasms that had left her limp as an old washcloth! 

"It's your bid, Kimberly," Marion said, "We don't have all day, you know!"  "Keep your shirt on," Kimberly replied well-naturedly, "I'm thinking, I'm thinking!"  "About what," Barb chimed in, "it certainly mustn't be about the bridge, you've been half a step slow all day!"  "Oh give her a break," Billie offered, "when you've gone without for as long as she has you get a little antsy!" 

"Monica Barnes smoothed her skirt before entering the office of her boss, Cord Drake, the CEO of the company his father had founded thirty-eight years ago!  Like every other morning for the past two years, she brought along his coffee, her memo pad, and of course his copy of the morning paper!  "Good morning, Mr. Drake," she said in an upbeat voice, "anything special on the agenda for today?"  

Ever since Amber could remember her tits were always bigger than anyone else in her class, and even in 8th grade, she was a solid C-cup. After about a month of subway rides, Terri would get fed up and take her car to work, but that usually only lasted a day or two because of the horrible traffic and expensive Loop parking rates. The subway was considerably faster and cheaper, if not more convenient than driving a car.

The morning was cool and crisp as I began my hike up the trail to the top of Terry Peak, and although it was late October, the sun was just beginning to warm the South Dakota mountainside. I had been looking forward to the solitude of the mountains all week and relished the thought of two days away from the office. I adjusted my backpack, picked up my walking stick, and set off at an easy gait. 

Robin was lost in thought as she rode the Clark St. bus on her way to her job as a junior trader at the Board of Trade in downtown Chicago. Having only graduated from the U of I three months ago, she felt very lucky indeed to have landed such a good job in such a short time. If she kept her nose to the grindstone and worked hard, Robin was sure that not only would this job provide the mental challenge she needed, but also the kind of money most folks only dreamed of.

Ever since Amber could remember her tits were always bigger than anyone else in her class, and even in 8th grade, she was a solid C-cup. While now as a junior she filled her bras out to a very full 36D. All this big tit flesh ran in the family, as both of her older sisters were D's, and her mom and two aunts were double D's! It's not as if they were big overweight cows either. The Wilson girls while not thin, were nowhere near hefty, nice and healthy is how her dad referred to her mom, and that described Amber to a tee!!!

Dell hated working on holidays, away from home, all alone, and bored stiff, not a very pleasant way to spend Christmas Day, and worse yet, the surroundings sucked, seeing as he was a deputy sheriff of Hall County, and had jail duty for the day.

Uniforms, daily prayer, chapel, and strict discipline, were the building blocks that molded the character of the young women that attended Lady of Mercy School for Girls! The theory is that by the time a girl graduated from Mercy she was ready to face the world!

".....we'll be cruising at an altitude of 33,000 feet with an air speed of 480 knots, the weather is clear and we should reach Houston right on time, and thank you for flying World Air!" After Emma Burton had stared out the window at the fading lights of Seattle's skyline, she ordered a Bloody Mary from the hostess and buried her nose in the new novel she had purchased at the airport newsstand, and while she was just about to get into the plot when she was interrupted by her young seatmate, a college-age man sitting just to her right! "First flight," he asked?

"How did we ever get this lost," Angela asked her husband Gene, "I'm really afraid?" After kissing his young wife on the cheek and giving her a hug, he replied, "Don't worry, everyone saw us leave camp, when we don't turn up by nightfall they'll send out a search party to find us, we might have to spend the night out here, but we're gonna be all right!"