Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff - Sex Stories

Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff

... uncomfortable?” HE casually asked. Hilary seemed to be surprised by his casual reply, but it hardly flashed across her lovely face. “I was wondering what your plans were.” Conrad studied her for a minute, then snagged the t-shirt off the bed, and put it on. “I don’t know. I don’t normally plan the next day until the sun comes up.” “Must be nice.” Hilary replied. Her voice was strict, and somewhat cold. She was trying very hard to sound completely unaffected, even though she was anything but. “Has it’s moments.” “So. What’s with these?” She asked slowly reaching out for his bare chest, softly touching some of his scars. “Pick one.” He replied. Hilary stared him down, squinting her eyes to study him. She looked his chest over, and chose a long dark scar on his left shoulder. She gingerly pressed her delicate finger tips against it. Lone looked down at the scar. “Knife wound two years ago. Bar in San Diego.” Hilary slid her soft warm fingers over Conrad’s firm muscular chest, and touched a round poorly healed scar. “Bullet wound. About six years ago. Guy holding up a convenience store.” “You know all these wounds?” Hilary asked. Her soft voice kept low, as she ran her fingers from one scar, or poorly healed wound to another. She felt her heart racing madly as she felt the man’s amazing body. “You’d be surprised how easy it is.” Hilary took a step back, and scanned the man’s body again. She was glad she had panties on under her robe, even if they were fairly small, they kept her ...

... aroused young pussy from trickling down her leg. “So. You get in a lot of fights?” Conrad looked the young star over a few times himself. She kept a good poker face, but he was able to read people. She was getting more out of the conversation than she was letting on. “I tend towards trouble. That would be a better way of looking at it.” He explained. “I’m guessing you don’t know much about that.” He noted. Hilary looked away embarrassed by his remark. She felt as if he had just spat in her face, and she honestly didn’t know why. “Don’t get like that. It’s not a slam against you. I’m just saying. We have different lives. You have yours, and it’s been rather good, and safe, and then I’ve had mine.” He slipped the shirt on, and quickly brushed the wrinkles out of it. Hilary took a moment, and slowly looked back. “I guess. ” SHe met his gaze, taking a slow deep breath. “Well. I guess you want to sl**p.” Conrad shrugged. “I don’t normally sl**p that much. Most days, there’s not much else to do. In California heat, it’s easier to travel at night anyway.” He explained. “So. You’ll just lay awake?” “Maybe. I’ll probably try to sl**p I guess.” “Well. I need to go to bed.” Duff strode for the door. She was surprised she could walk away from the young hunk so easily. It was probably the awkward response to his comment about her safe life that made it easier for her to slip away. She turned to him just before stepping out of the door. She wanted to see if he was going to do anything, but ...