1. The Shoplifter Chapter One


    Date: 9/1/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Interracial, Pregnant, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 85.2, Source: sexstories.com

    everything from my hair to my shoes to make sure I was always looked my very best. Here is something very important to this story. My parents were very active socially and like to include me a good bit. Looking back that is another way of saying...they liked to show me off. There were many times around their country club friends, when they would just brag on me to the point of embarrassment. I have to admit it was a thin line for me, because up to a point I found all the flattery very exciting. I know I glowed with embarrassment, but also appreciation. They made me somebody very special in their circle of friends, and I was the cute center of attention in many conversations. My mother had been a Miss Michigan finalist while in college. Many, including my Dad, said I resembled her a lot; blonde hair, blue eyes; with a slim shapely build. I was a bit taller than my friends, perhaps a little smaller in the top; but, but, but, I had a butt to remember. It was by far my best “asset” according to my amigos. My amigos were three very close friends from my class at school. We had been buddies since freshman year. We were known as the four amigos. We were together whenever possible. We were the group all the kids wanted to hang with—the cute girls. The boys all wanted to date us and the girls all wanted to emulate us. In our senior year we had started to spread our wings together. One of our main events was to run over to the mall after school at least a couple times a week. There ...
    were times when we might buy a little something, or get a soda, but mostly we just walked around together. Think about it. When we started going to the mall we were seventeen years old and we had nothing more interesting or important to do after school than to go to the shopping mall and waste time. None of us had part time jobs. We didn’t need them. None of us were in music or sports or extracurricular activities or anything that mattered. We were so lazy and coddled. Looking back it was very clear, our lives had one glaring shortcoming...we were bored. This might be something very hard to understand, but it is very important to my story. Each day we went through the same routine with no motivation to change. We were upper class kids, from well to do parents, with everything handed to us. I had even been handed a brand new Ford Mustang to get around in. Consider the subject of money. Money was never an issue. In fact, it was never discussed. None of us needed jobs, we had plenty of money. In my case, my Dad gave me money whenever I asked. I had my own credit card and he made sure the monthly balance was always paid, no questions asked. In fact, often he would just leave money on my dresser. My friends all had plenty of resources as well, but I was the one to have extra funds if needed. My parents, my school, the entire community did everything to assure life was good and safe. All I had to do was fall in line and move along with those things expected of me, and that was fun to ...
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