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Traci was mad as hell when she opened her email. Nude pictures of her, in sexy provocative poses! Here was one of her in just panties and a bra, sprawled out invitingly on a bed. Another one showed her holding her large breasts up for view with a silly smile, and so on, including some close-ups of her tight pussy slit! They were attached to an email from her former boyfriend, telling her that if she didn't come see him soon at his apartment, he would post the pictures all over the internet, and give them to all his friends!

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That first time... God! She hadn't stood a chance. The wine, the kisses. Her blood had been boiling by the time he had started getting down to serious business. Her last coherent thoughts about resisting his insistent advances had been as he had slowly unbuttoned her blouse. The pause that had created had given her time to reconsider, to tell him 'no' or 'not yet'.

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"Sweet Cheeks was a name well chosen, I see." "Yes, Mistress, you know this boy well." His voice held that wry tone, that suggested his smart ass nature, a quality that could border on bratty, but nearly always was humerous. The long shadow of the woman in the business suit, fell over the barely clad sunbathing vision, who lay upon his belly, his tanned arms and legs making a subtle X upon the resort's chaise.

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To say I had difficulty falling asleep would be quite the understatement. First off, I was lying in a puddle of pussy juice from rubbing my overworked clit all night. Second, I had all these images in my mind that just would not go away. I actually had licked my Aunt Karen's huge nipples while she was asleep! And filmed it! I had taken pictures and video of my Uncle Todd's fat cock without him even knowing! And all this debauchery was swirling in my brain...

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I had known Emily since she was a baby. I watched her grow from a young child to an exuberant teen and finally to a very sexy young adult. Yes she was half my age, and to be honest, when she was an 18-year-old gymnast, there were times that I had less than wholesome thoughts about her, but as every father thinking things like that about their kid's friends, I kept them well to myself. I suspect that as she grew into her early twenties, those full body hugs she gave me, the ones where she couldn't seem help but press her hips tight to mine, were an indication that she had picked up on those hidden desires.

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I waited as patient as a person could be. It was 10:29 P.M. Any number of things could have gone wrong. I kept my cool. I waited silently, a shadow among shadows. I breathed deeply trying to relax my nerves. She would come as she had every night at this same time. I should know. I trailed her for three weeks and observed that she always entered the parking garage at this time.

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"She wants you...she asked me about you again tonight." You state to me casually while we walk. You found out in high school, much to your dismay, that your beautiful friend Sienna prefers the company of other beautiful girls. After moving south for a few years after college, she decided she missed it here and moved back recently. Although I was a little hesitant when you first told me about her, I figured I didn't have anything to worry about between the two of you.

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It was with some frequency that James Hartman returned to his old stomping grounds in the ATL for job related responsibilities. Atlanta held many memories for James, good times, pleasant reflections and melancholy longings. It was a trip he always took with much anticipation because it presented itself with the hope of exploring his deepest, darkest, most perverted desires. James had a dark side that hadn't had an outlet for quite some time.

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"How'd you like to get hold of that?" Roger Goins asked as he stirred his fresh drink. Roger was one of those guys who always talked about strange pussy, but never seemed to make an attempt to get any. He was too pussy-whipped by his wife, Elaine, to take a chance. Me, I was on the look out all the time—but so was my wife, Shirley. It took about fifty years and four marriages for me to learn that a woman who liked to fuck all the time—the only kind I wanted to be married to—was going to fuck somebody else every now and then.

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She is not classically beautiful. Her face is rather flat with bland cheekbones, her lips do not have the fullness of a true beauty and her nose is rather podgy with slightly flared nostrils. She is though stunning to look at because of her eyes. They are large and delightfully, almond shaped in a deep, onyx green colour.

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