Welcome to Gasmville!, A Neighbourhood Adult Rp
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				Title: <strong>Welcome to Gasmville!, A Neighbourhood Adult Rp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlazinTrail</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 04:22:53</strong>
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				This is a Neighbourhood RolePlay. Basically your charctors live on a street or side street of this town. Intimacy grows between the different neighbour's. Open to everything and all! Old + Young, Masterbation, Voyeour, whatever as long as you keep it to the two or more charactors who like it.<br><br>There Will be A Citzen List after this post! So anycharacters to be added just post em or pm me them and ill try and get them into the Post! if i dont respond right away who cares. If other people are posting feel free to post anyway. Im not saying no to anyone.!<br><br>Only 2 Rules: No 1 Sentence Posting!<br>No 2 Have Fun!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Welcome to Gasmville!, A Neighbourhood Adult Rp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlazinTrail</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 04:30:38</strong>
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				<div align="center">Character's!!<br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br></div><br><br>Charactor Skeleton<br><br>User:<br>Name:<br>Age:<br>Sex:<br>Orientation:<br>Turn On's:<br>Turn Off's<br>Bio:<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>User:Blazin Trail<br>Name:Gerik Rost<br>Age: 19<br>Sex:Male<br>Orientation:Straight, but open minded<br>Turn On's:Large&nbsp; Chest's, Being Taught what to do, Tease's<br>Turn Off's: Reliance, Responsiblity, Pain<br>Bio: After buying a new apartment in Gasamville, Gerik was interested to explore the town, before getting a job. His Life was open before him.<br><br>User: Blazin Trail<br>Name:Teri Claire<br>Age: 34<br>Sex:Female<br>Orientation: Straight, A Closet Bi<br>Turn On's: Voyeurism, Abs, and Shaved Men<br>Turn Off's: Hair, Being Caught, Blood<br>Bio: Living in Gasmville, for a few years now Teri was getting tired of all the people in her old town. However new residents came every day, She made it her duty to check each one out! After being forced to move from her old town. Reason's why she wouldn't share. However she hoped it never happened again!<br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>User: Brok3nAng3l<br>&nbsp;Name: Angel Cummins<br>&nbsp;Age: 21<br>&nbsp;Sex: Female<br>&nbsp;Orientation: Bisexual<br>&nbsp;Turn On's: muscles, smooth talkers, romance<br>Turn Off's: arrogance, ignorance, sweat/ b.o.<br>Bio: Having to escape her obsessive ex-boyfriend Angel had changed her name and cut off ties to all of those she knew in her old town and moved to Gasmville where she spent every dime she had left from her inheritance left by her grandmother to buy a modest house. Now she's broke and has no idea who would hire her where she has no college education. At least with the house paid for in full she'll never need to worry about a roof over her head.<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>User: Miles Trent<br>Name: Tony Deveroix<br>Age: 26<br>Sex: Male<br>Orientation: Strictly straight<br>Turn On's: Voyeur, orals<br>Turn Off's: Domination, violence<br>Bio: When magazines need photos, Tony Deveroix's name is normally the first to pop out of an agent's lips in this side of the country, even now that he had retired at an early age. He started his career as a teen after he fell in love with photography and free running, taking nature on hikes, urban on runs through the rooftops, and still life photos every now and then. He advanced into taking pictures of people and other 'assets' after some peer pressure and financial persuasion during his college years, ranging from upskirts to dressing rooms to prom queens to orgy prosperity photos. At first, he was not proud of being called a perv for keeping such a raunchy portfolio, even after explaining he was either forced to do it or he really needed the money. A few years working for a prominent porn magazine, part of a misunderstanding of contract with an employment agency, and he worked around his bad reputation, turning pro much earlier than any other photography grad from his college. By the age of 24, experiance, talent and a lot of luck earned him a few awards (for his less naughty shots), some high rolling business deals, friends in high places and so much cash with nowhere to spend it on. The first he did after deciding to stay put was buy a house in Gasmville, mostly out of impulse to keep a low profile, a place by the edge of town. He now works part time for the local newspaper and express courier for the post office, keeping his schedule open for any local requests. Every now and then, he gets calls for the various jobs around the country so there are times when he disappears from the town for days to weeks on end.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gasmville!, A Neighbourhood Adult Rp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlazinTrail</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 04:36:36</strong>
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				And it begins..........<br><br><em>Gerik woke up to a bright sun, his window faced east, so it alwayswoke him up early. Stretching he realized today was his first day alone in his new town. He couldn't wait to explore. As he got dressed he had to press his morning surprise down. Ahh the downside of being a male he thought. Putting on some jeans and t-shirt he got ready to leave. </em><br><br><em>Teri stretched as she woke. Her sheets falling to the ground. She did her morning routine of checking herself out in the full length mirror beside the bed. Age hasn't caught me yet, she smiled. Her slim, busty body was something she was always proud of, however going to the gym every 2 days really helped. Getting dressed she put on her bra and panties red silk set, a skirt and a nice tank top. She looked good. As she headed to work she saw the new townie, Gerik going for a walk into town. She smiled and wondered if she'd get to know him. She set off for Lights and Sounds, Her night club bar and restuarnt to set-up for tonight. It was friday afterall, and it was sure to be busy.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gasmville!, A Neighbourhood Adult Rp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlazinTrail</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 04:56:33</strong>
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				The Day had gone by and Gerik had explored most of town, found the grocery store, conveinvce store, the local porn storn to his surprise and many other small buisness's. He even found the local hotspot, a place called Light's and Sounds. It looked like a sweet spot to go to. He wasn't sure what he would do tonight. He had met a couple of cutre girls. Introduced himself and even goten a number for a girl named Hayley. A cute blonde his age. He had put into his cell and headed back to his apartment. Climbing the stairs he could hear that the couple below him was clearly home. Bangs and grunts and the occasional moan past his ears and he went upstairs. He had never seen them just heard them. They must of fucked 3 times a day. Whatever the case it was hard not to pass their door and not get hard for him, he felt his growing member press against his jeans. As he made it inside his home. He dropped his bags off and headed for the shower. Grabbing a towel and getting undressed.<br><br>Teri had worked all morning and had the place running smoothly. After eating her lunch, she sat down in her office. Oh the things this office had seen. Saving her building from a buy-out from a bigger corporation years ago by sucking off the messenger, the nightly couples she caught in here. However is was her buisness and she was doing well. Her employess came and went and as the night began she settled in. Not sure if she would work behind the bar tonight. However, the thought's of her new neighbour crossed her mind. Running her hands down her chest and up her skirt. She thought, no someone might pop-in. So she settled for camoflauge passion. She reached into her drawer and pulled out a small vibrator. Small enough to fit all the way inside comfortably. She put in new batteries and turned it to shake. Going off when ever she sat down, or flicked it. Putting her panties back on she went back to work. Flicking it occasionaly to send waves of pleasure through her. A long night was ahead of her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gasmville!, A Neighbourhood Adult Rp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlazinTrail</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 07:45:34</strong>
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				As the night ended, both unaware of the others intrests in one another, had gone to rest. Long days of tiring events. As more people moved in, more stories unfold, more romances grow and break. Secrets told and brought to light, and darker ones growing in shadows. How and what goes on in Gasmville, is for the people in it to decide! <br><br>(ACCEPTING ALL! COME JOIN THE FUN!)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gasmville!, A Neighbourhood Adult Rp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 08:36:28</strong>
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				User: Brok3nAng3l<br>&nbsp;Name: Angel Cummins <br>&nbsp;Age: 21<br>&nbsp;Sex: Female<br>&nbsp;Orientation: Bisexual<br>&nbsp;Turn On's: muscles, smooth talkers, romance<br>Turn Off's: arrogance, ignorance, sweat/ b.o.<br>Bio: Having to escape her obsessive ex-boyfriend Angel had changed her name and cut off ties to all of those she knew in her old town and moved to Gasmville where she spent every dime she had left from her inheritance left by her grandmother to buy a modest house. Now she's broke and has no idea who would hire her where she has no college education. At least with the house paid for in full she'll never need to worry about a roof over her head.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Angel walked back to her house at the very end of the street, plucked her keys from her purse and opened the door. It had been a long fruitless day for job hunting and now all she wanted to do was go to sleep with the hope for a better day tomorrow. Dropping her keys on the table in the hallway she was nearly knocked over by her huskie Sky. "Heya boy! How you doing? Did you miss me? Let's get you some food before we go to bed."<br>Back home people had always said she was obsessed with her dog, but it was more that her love and respect for animals was so big that she would talk to them like they were people. Even if he didn't talk back, Angel was sure he knew what she was saying. After quick trip to the kitchen and the backyard, she dragged her feet into her bedroom, shedding her clothes as she walked. Sky was on the bed before her and she snuggled up to him, knowing that no one could ever protect her the way he would.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gasmville!, A Neighbourhood Adult Rp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 17:26:35</strong>
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				User: Miles Trent<br>Name: Tony Deveroix<br>Age: 26<br>Sex: Male<br>Orientation: Strictly straight<br>Turn On's: Voyeur, orals<br>Turn Off's: Domination, violence<br>Bio: When magazines need photos, Tony Deveroix's name is normally the first to pop out of an agent's lips in this side of the country, even now that he had retired at an early age. He started his career as a teen after he fell in love with photography and free running, taking nature on hikes, urban on runs through the rooftops, and still life photos every now and then. He advanced into taking pictures of people and other 'assets' after some peer pressure and financial persuasion during his college years, ranging from upskirts to dressing rooms to prom queens to orgy prosperity photos. At first, he was not proud of being called a perv for keeping such a raunchy portfolio, even after explaining he was either forced to do it or he really needed the money. A few years working for a prominent porn magazine, part of a misunderstanding of contract with an employment agency, and he worked around his bad reputation, turning pro much earlier than any other photography grad from his college. By the age of 24, experiance, talent and a lot of luck earned him a few awards (for his less naughty shots), some high rolling business deals, friends in high places and so much cash with nowhere to spend it on. The first he did after deciding to stay put was buy a house in Gasmville, mostly out of impulse to keep a low profile, a place by the edge of town. He now works part time for the local newspaper and express courier for the post office, keeping his schedule open for any local requests. Every now and then, he gets calls for the various jobs around the country so there are times when he disappears from the town for days to weeks on end.<br><br><br><div align="center">-------------------------------------------------------------------</div><br>Neither night nor day could stop him. His mission for the night: reach the other side of town as fast as possible. The ground rules were the same. Paced movement. Keep out of private property. Keep the noise down. Make sure not to wake the neighbours. Stop for any disturbances as they occur. Stop for nothing else.... unless he couldn't help it.<br><br>The police and the hospital had been notified, of course. He left his usual messages for them, a text each to the appropriate officer and doctor in case something happens. There were advantages for being a free runner. The same ones also worked as disadvantages but so far in the past few months, he had kept his nose clean and his bones where they were supposed to be. He was not planning on changing those tonight. Turning on his heel to face to the street, he began his warm up exercises.<br><br>100 meters forward. Turn left into the alleyway. Hook right and over the fence. 50 meters forward. Scale upwards. Four rooftops. Down the fire escape. Into the park. Objective should be marked by the belltower in the middle. That was the planned route and he needed to get there without breaking anything or taking too many roads. It was a lot harder doing that saying and practice gave him the edge.<br><br>Bouncing on his feet to keep himself loose, he emptied his mind of all thoughts, summoning the willpower he would need to keep himself concentrated. Black track pants with bright yellow trims loosely clung to his legs, stretchable grey tank top hugging his torso with a pair of high grip sneakers, he was all dressed as an athlete would have to be to get this job done, even if he had a small grey backpack slung around his shoulders. All he needed now was the sheer will to overcome the fear and feed the adrenaline as he moved along. One wrong step and ugly things could happen. With one last long breath, he raised his watch and set the timer, never keeping his eyes off his path. He gave himself the usual 10 seconds and set up his started position, waiting for the familiar beep to sound off the beginning of his run.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gasmville!, A Neighbourhood Adult Rp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlazinTrail</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 05:31:20</strong>
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				Sweat dribbled down Gerik's brow, furiously he pumped. In and out, in and out, skin slapping upon skin. Grunts of passion and moans of extasy. Faster and faster. wetness surronded his pulsing member. Buried to the hilt. His climax came so fast and right before he blew his hot load. *RINGNNNNNNNGGGGG* His alarm clock went off. gerik woke with the same sweat he had in his dream. Waking up hard, again. A regular occurance in his life. If you looked in the dicitonary for the phrase Blue Balls, you might just see his picture. He laughed at the thought of that. So began another day in gasmville for him.<br><br>However on the otherside of the street a different style of dream occured. A nightmare of sorts. Teri was stuck. Bound to the thing that wanted her.&nbsp; Almost like she was floating, she moved around the room.She saw herself in this dream. She was naked, making breakfast, a regular occurance, except when she fried something. The closet door was ajar and before she knew it, she changed to a new scene. Teri watched herself floating naked, being raped, no, explored by some strange being.&nbsp; It lowered her to the sheath at its waist. Like instinct she reached for it. It was a very large cock. Suddenly Teri watched in surpise/horror as the monster began toforce his large tool down her throat. Realising the situation, Teri stopped strugglin it looked like. <br><br>However something seemed strange, the beast's toold continued to move, while it seemed to grow. it was already 8 inches long and at least 4 wide. Like a humans arm however it seemed to grow. Teri's body flipped over and stradled the tool. The monster licked her breats and her nipples hardened to dimonds, like they weren't already. Loosing up and relax the beats tool went deep inside her. His erection never ceased. It continued to grow wide at the base, almost like a dog's knot but different and much bigger. She screamed in pleasure and realsied that the beast was going to mate her. The beast grunted and Teri watching this scene saw his balls pulse as wave of cum entered the dream Teri. Teri woke with a start and panted heavily. Suddenly she paniced, she could feel the cum moving in her pussy. Was it a dream she thought?!?! Suddenly something began togrow in her pussy. Teri's eye's flew open only to see that it was only her partner she had gone home with from the bar getting morning wood. "That's it!" She thought. "i'm no longer letting guys stay in me in the night." She went the shower and cleaned out his cum. Another intersting day in gasmville began.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gasmville!, A Neighbourhood Adult Rp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 12:53:51</strong>
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				Reaching for his backpack, he pulled out a roll of the morning papers and tossed it towards the nearest front door. His throw was accurate, the result of much training in the past, if not a little off sometimes for it to land directly onto the sidewalk. Sidestrafing his paper deliveries in mid run was difficult so he had to keep to normal pace. Dropping was easier but he needed to deliver those papers to keep up with his record time down this street, with minimum fuss, which was about as fast as any newspaper boy could reach on a bike. <br><br>A boy's voice sounded to his right, "Morning, Tony!"<br>He turned to smile, reaching for his backpack once again, "Morning, James! Catch!"<br><br>With one arm, he tossed the paper to the kid and the little leaguer was pretty good with his field, catching it with both hands. With a wave goodbye, he picked up his speed, vaulting over a hydrant and turned round the corner.&nbsp; By doing that he would pass by the side of the kid's house. To his side, he would be able to catch a glimpse of the parent's bathroom on the second floor, and out of impulse, he would usually cast a quick look at the half tinted glass window. The kid's parents normally had a bit of 'exercise' on mornings like these. Every now and then, he would randomly spot them getting it on in their private bathroom, locked in a lover's embrace, doing all kinds of things. Just a quick glance, before he turned away, shaking his head.<br><br>What they did were none of his business. Every now and then, however, he had always thought that this town was a bit strange. It kind of reminded him of Vegas, without the bright lights and the flashy neon signs.<br><br>Today's route would stretch all the way to the end of this street, passing several more residences. All of the habitants here normally saw him jogging past in a red and black track jacket and pants with his favourite high grip sneakers, along with the familiar red cap that identified him as local newspaper delivery. Tossing papers left and right, greeting neighbours and random townspeople, he continued on the beginning of his day without fail or deviation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gasmville!, A Neighbourhood Adult Rp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 13:08:59</strong>
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				It was still early morning when yelps and whimpers awake the sleeping Angel. Her name can be misleading depending on the time of dat and her mood. Now was one of those times. "Damn it, Sky! You should have went last night," she grumbled swinging her legs over the edge of the bed as she reached for her short silk robe that hung from the doorknob of her closet. Slipping it on Angel scratched her scalp and rubbed her eyes, making her way to the backdoor to let her dog out. No one usually paid attention to Angel so modesty wasn't an issue when she leaned against the doorframe with her robe wide open, her nipples hardening with with the morning breeze. It was a new day and Angel was deetermined to find a job at any costs.<br>With Sky already back in the house- scratching on a kitchen cabinet to show that he's hungry- Angel went back inside and began her morning routine adding extra time to find her more provocative clothes. Stripping or porn stores were her last resort, but if that's what it came down to she'd have to dress the part.<br><br>---<br>An hour later and Angel was in a black miniskirt and lavender tank stop, flip flops on her feet and hair in a ponytail as she locked the front door. After much debate it was decided that today would be a break from her usual routine. She saw the man in his red and black tracksuit and leaned against her door, daydreaming and wondering what it would be like wrapped in the arms of a man like him. Before she could stop herself there was a hand under her skirt, stroking her moistening womanhood through the thin fabric of her panties as the other slid under the top to roughly tweak the nipple of her right breast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gasmville!, A Neighbourhood Adult Rp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 08:52:37</strong>
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				Part of Tony's exercises was to remain alert and aware of his surroundings. It was so instinctive from years of practice that he could not help but pick up the little details here and there. Mr Harrison's dog attempted to chase after him behind a fence. Ms Able was getting a tan in her backyard, which he caught a glimpse of as he passed her house. Bits and pieces like a sensory radar, he just couldnt stop from noticing things that were around him. Escential as some bits were, such as the occasional passing vehicle as people start to head off to work and the peaty scent of gardening from people tending to their flowers and home grown vegetables, he somehow wished he didnt notice some of the other things. Things that irked him such as some of the bigger neighbours with their pants being worn too low and the faint scent of trash from the trash cans in front of the homes of some of the sloppier neighbours. Usually, he paid them no mind, since he was so used to it from running this paper route.<br><br>Still, there was a sense of enjoyment from noticing some things. He pretty much catches sight of every amorous couple that lived here, doing what lovers do, in some lonely corners, in their garages, behind garden sheds, backyard pools. He could even hear them from time to time. Their naughty behind the locked door secrets were never very well concealed enough to escape his sharp eyes.<br><br>As he came up to a formerly vacant house, he turned his head to face it, slowing down briefly to a jog and reaching behind his back to deliver the paper for the last home for the morning. He didnt know this newcomer, at least not yet ever since he heard that that old house was moved into. He had a mind to stop over to say hello but he needed to get to the post office after this run as fast as he could. Just as he pulled out the paper and toss it beyond the fence, the door behind a little too far for an accurate toss, the front door opened and the new neighbour showed her face for the first time to him. She was pretty hot in that miniskirt and top. It'll be quite a pleasantry to get to meet her when he gets the chance.<br><br>"Good morning." He called out as he got to earshot range, a little distracted by the thought of making it to the post office before his ass gets fried for being late again.<br><br>At a diagonal angle on the approach to her house. That was where he was when he almost missed a step for the first time in months. By the peripherals of his vision, his heart skipped a beat and his skin broke out in goosebumps, struck dumbfounded by noticing that the new neighbour was touching herself. He made sure that he was not looking directly at her, trying hard to make it look like he wasnt looking, never breaking his jog past the house. For the seconds he took to watch as he passed, he took notice of every movement of her hands, under her skirt and under her top, only imagining the soft, smooth, wet and naughty wonders that laid beneath her clothes. His imagination went wild, picturing himself stepping up to her front door and making some thorough 'introductions'.<br><br>Taking down a gulp of saliva and fighting back the heat that rushed into his face, he tipped his hat instinctively to try to regain his composure as he moved out of viewing range, the erotic sight finally behind him. It was a good thing that his track pants were slightly baggy. Otherwise, the tent that grew in his underpants could have been visible. He struggled to keep his breath to recover from the surprise show but as time passed, he was back to his normal self again. He couldnt get that sight out his head though, not really believing what he just saw and thinking it was just his imagination from daydreaming. Every time he thought about it, he grew a rather large boner from it. His thoughts kept running all the way until he reached the post office.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gasmville!, A Neighbourhood Adult Rp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keaira</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 14:40:42</strong>
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				Flashes of people and places went through her mind. Each on containing the man who had been jogging past her house. Sweaty bodies thrusting at each other, moaning, kissing, touching. It never ended until a 'Good morning' broke through the fog that clouded Angel's mind. It had taken a couple moments fot her fingers to stop working their magic and a deep shade of red to come across her face. The young woman wasn't much of an exhibitionist, but without the touch of a man in over a year her body would begin to react on its on to the point she couldn't control it.<br>'Perhaps he hadn't seen or noticed what I was doing,' she hoped, waving at him. "Nice to see you!"<br>In the two weeks that she had been in Gasmville, Angel had barely met anyone to get acquainted with. It seemed that he was used to the paper run, so it was safe to say she would see him again. With a sigh she walked down the path to her gate and stepped onto the sidewalk. A quick look back to the house showed Sky standing at the window, leash in mouth with puppy eyes, "Not today boy, tomorrow." Today she was going to stop at some night clubs, maybe a dancer or server would be needed. It was worth the shot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gasmville!, A Neighbourhood Adult Rp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlazinTrail</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 07:05:38</strong>
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				Gerik walked around the house in the buff for some time.Casualy touching his cock, never gettin it hard however, just checking it out.Like very man in the world he wished it was a bit bigger but he was also at the same time content. No ex-girlfriend of his ever complained about his 8 inches. As he got dressed he began to look out side. He had saw the paper kid go by earlier and wondered if he should get a subscription. Tonight he was going to stop by the Night clu, maybe get a bartending job or something. He walked down the street. His dark blonde hair blowing in the light breeze. He saw a girl in her drive way. As he passed by he decided to say hello. Admiring her beauty quietly. He continued to walk into town for groceries. <br><br>Teri had cleaned out the cum and walked around in her liengere. She threw on a robe and went out to pick up the paper. Her "friend"from last night, now long gone. Her new neighbour however seemed to also be getting up. She yelled over and quick " Hello neighbour!" and than started to notice a few things. For 1 this girl had a great ass. When she bent over Teri couldnt help but peek up that robe. Her hand instanly shot to her chest but she quickly regained her senses and brushed it off like a fly. Hopefuly she could not smell her now wettening pussy. She began in conversation with the girl. Her mind racing and her eyes scanning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gasmville!, A Neighbourhood Adult Rp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 18:34:04</strong>
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				Morning newspaper delivery. Done without a sweat, although there was a momentary loss of focus. A pleasant moment, he might even add.<br><br>As Tony stepped into the post office building, which happened to be conveniently next to the newspaper building, the same busy noise of working telephones, rapid murmurs and shifting paper greeted him. The rest of the morning shift had arrived, the workaholic atmosphere replacing the once quiet morning turnabouts of a regular new day. People passed by him in a rush, normally those late for work. A few of them were known to ignore him whenever he was around, but those friends he had wondering and sitting around were always there to greet him.<br><br>Katey was at the front desk today. When she noticed him enter, she gave him a friendly wave. Tony had known Katey ever since he got here and made the interview with the office manager. She was a nice lady. Modest. Simply dressed. He had known her long enough to know of the frequently used secrets she keeps hidden in the bottom most drawer of her desk. Wagner came by next, holding a cup of coffee and a stack of papers. He gave him a quick nod and walked straight pass him into the sorting room out back. He kept the sorting room boys in line and on time. By right, Tony was his subordinate some time before he became the post office runner, but he normally forgoes with the protocol and focused more on getting the job done. Moving along some distance into the office, he came across fellow delivery guy Jackson. Jackson was his drinking buddy from time to time and a sci fi buff, but that didnt make him nerdy. He was built like a brick, tanned to mild mocha crisp, and could haul some pretty big cargo on and off the carrier vans which he drives every day. Those were only three of the familiar faces he had come to know, some of the discrete splashes of color that made this town an interesting painting.<br><br>He approached Katey by the front desk and leaned forward against it. It was a normal routine. He switched hats from the newspaper one to the post office one, also red but some parts yellow with the post office logo on it. Heaving a small havesack from under the desk and plopping it in front of him, Katey flashed him a wink and a smile. Some casual small talk between colleagues went on for a few moments, mostly about their day and random bits and bobs of information, before Tony slung the bag on his shoulders and got back outside.<br><br>It was time for the next phase of his morning exercise. Delivering priority courier mail. The bag had four express packages and urgent letters to be delivered across town. This was time when he would be able to run about without restriction, the main part of his exercise and also the most fun.<br><br>"First address...." He whispered to himself, mapping his route in his head, and bouncing on his feet as he took a deep breath. Seconds later, he was off again.
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