The Complete MFF Menage Series E-Book

Katrina Millings

• Herausgeber: Katrina Millings
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

The complete MFF Menage Series in one book.VanessaGiaNaomiEllieAddisonShelbyRoxannekeywords erotic short stories, sex stores, threesome, mff, menage a trois, lesbian, bisexual, anal, squirting, fingering

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Table of contents

The Complete MFF Menage Series

Copyright November 2015

By Katrina Millings

MFF Menage (Shelby)

MFF Menage (Ellie)

MFF Menage (Gia)

MFF Menage (Naomi)

MFF Menage (Roxanne)

Mff Menage (Addison)

The Complete MFF Menage Series

By Katrina Millings

Copyright November 2015

MFF Menage (Vanessa)

By Katrina Millings

I sat with my best friend, Emily, at the dining room table. We were cramming for finals. I’d turned nineteen a month earlier and if I could just pass chemistry, I’d graduate next month. Emily was good at math and science, so she swore she’d get me through it. Mrs. Riley had been the one to suggest I spend the weekend with them and get as much studying in as possible. She was now in the living room watching television while Mr. Riley was out playing golf.

I preferred studying at Emily’s house anyway. Her parents were much more laid back than mine. They never complained if we played our music too loud, or had boys over, even when it was clear we were doing more flirting than studying. There was another reason I hung around the Riley's home as much as possible, too, but Emily didn’t know anything about that.

The Riley had invited my family to their anniversary celebration a couple of weeks ago. It was a huge party with five star catering. When it came time for the couple to make a speech, Mrs. Riley was nowhere to be seen. Mr. Riley asked us girls to help look for her. Emily suggested I run upstairs to check the bedroom, thinking her mother was probably freshening up her makeup or something. Mrs. Riley was a beautiful woman who always looked her best. In her late thirties, her skin was still flawless and her body was lean and tone. I imagined it took some time at the gym to pull that off and surely lots of time in front of the mirror, getting her hair and makeup just right. That’s where I expected to find her when I pushed open the bedroom door, but she wasn’t standing at the mirror, fixing her appearance. She was in another woman’s arms.