Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff - Sex Stories

Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff

... Hilary wanted, and she was starting to get embarrassed. When they finally came back onto the freeway, she sighed a breath of relief a the car was finally headed to her place. Hilary Duff felt awkward about having some homeless guy driving her home, but the night had been anything but normal, and she didn’t want to be alone for a while. She shifted slightly in her seat, and peered around the freeway as the main vain through the city managed to still bustle. She caught the young man staring at her long smooth legs, and grinned slightly. After a few more minutes, Duff reached out, turning down the radio. “Do you know who I am?” She asked. The young man looked over at her, and then back at the road, before glancing back at her yet again. HE thought for a bit, but simply shook his head. “Should I?” Hilary shook her head with a laugh. “Oh God! Probably not. It’s just….. I’m sorry. You just don’t seem phased at all, and I guess I sort of figured most people would be if they recognized me. I know I sound like a really vain bitch right now, but it’s true.” “Well. I don’t have a clue. Sorry. Who are you?” “I’m Hilary Duff.” There was a brief moment of silence, and Hilary watched him thinking. “Not ringing any bells, but I don’t really follow the celebrity world. Tell me why I should know you.” Hilary giggled. She felt totally ridiculous talking about herself like she was, but she thought for a moment, then started explaining her rise to fame. The gloss black Jeep finally rolled up the ...

... front driveway to the mansion Hilary shared with her s****r. It rolled to a stop, and the motor cut out. “Nice place.” “Thanks. We used to live with out mom, but she moved out when I turned eighteen. Got a smaller place of her own, and just let us take over.” She explained. She turned her to look over at the young man who smelled like it probably had been a long time since he had showered. “So I saw you staring at my legs.” She commented. She expected him to shy away at her remark, but became intrigued as he stayed completely casual. “Not my fault they look so nice.” “You’re really very sure of yourself, aren’t you?” The young man shrugged. “I guess. I just don’t get excited about things very often.” He explained. Hilary studied the young man who casually looked back at her, gazing at her patiently. She couldn’t help but find him incredibly handsome, and was intrigued by his calm attitude. He hardly seemed to take any interest in knowing he was sitting next to a woman who was famous all around the world. “Do you want to come in?” She asked. “I really don’t want to be alone tonight. I’m sure you understand.” “Sure.” He agreed. Hilary smiled, and started climbing out. She paused for a moment, and glanced over her shoulder. “Feel free to stare at my ass if you want.” She remarked with a smile. She climbed out, and started for the front door. The mysterious man followed behind her. She wondered if he was staring at her ass, and was tempted to look over her shoulder, but resisted. ...