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"Three thousand dollars for a transmission! that's ridiculous and besides it wasn't my fault that piece of junk broke when I was driving it" Keri exclaimed exasperatedly. I replied "piece of junk or not. it's my car, you weren't supposed to be driving it and from what the mechanic said you were not exactly babying it when it broke. You busted it and you're responsible for getting it fixed."

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I'm a professional photographer. I don't do portraits in a room with a fake background, fancy lights, two assistants, and enough high tech equipment to start my own camera store. No, what I do is strictly outdoor stuff. I love going out early in the morning before sunrise, set up and wait for the sun so I can catch the perfect light and hopefully the perfect image. One morning, as I was doing just that, I realized I had almost an hour to kill before the first morning rays.

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I love a good looking ass, not one of those things that are skeletal or without any flesh but something with curves and enough flesh to grab hold of as you push your cock deep into a steaming bowel as she cums with the pleasure and screams with happiness. To take a woman's anal virginity is something that is unimaginable, to seduce her and make her give you something she would never have thought to give you.

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Dear Diary, I am so embarrassed. This morning, I went to the grocery store around the corner to buy some produce to make zucchini bread and sweet potato pie. While I was in the vegetable section, testing the firmness of zucchini, I noticed a presence next to me. I looked up and saw that it was Kevin, my neighbour. I hadn't realized it but gauging from the expression on his face, it appeared that the way I was handling the zucchini was rather sexual. I was only testing to see how fresh they were, for goodness' sakes.

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June 1 7:38 p.m. I'm already fucking sick of this and it's just begun. It's been 13 hours of staring at trees and houses and highway...for what? To get to some stupid resort where the boys can swim and Allen can bitch about how expensive everything is. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids and my husband, but the boys could just as easily swim in the neighbor's pool and Allen can CERTAINLY just as easily bitch about money at home. Besides, I really didn't wanna go on this vacation.

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After everything they went through, Andi, Nicki, and Janis decided that sororities were not for them. Andi was glad that she "had what it took" to be in one of the finer sororities, but she had more fun just hanging out with the girls at the apartment. Nicki was as popular as ever with the boys, and she was only a sophomore. Her goals were already met, and the sorority was of no use to her.

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My husband was out of town. Again. Sometimes I felt like a single Mom, raising my two kids without a husband present. He made great money, but sometimes I felt like he travelled so much that I didn't have a partner. In addition, when he was home he seemed distracted, too busy catching up on his own life to pay much attention to me. Rather than his absence making our sex life or our hearts grow fonder, it seemed to be doing the opposite.

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Like a lot of people I never enjoyed trips to the dentist. I don't have a phobia or anything but it certainly was not something I looked forward to coming around on the calendar. That was until my dentist recruited a new nurse. Jenny is in her early 20s, about five foot two inches tall and has brown hair that she keeps neatly put up in a plaited ponytail.

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It had been a good night. Although I generally dislike being the third wheel, I usually enjoy going out with my roommate Kyle and his girlfriend Shannon. We always have fun, even if we do tend to drink a little too much and this night was no exception. "I'm telling you, she wanted you!" Shannon said, giving me a playful punch on the shoulder. "You should have talked to her!

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I stood in the crisp sunlight bursting through my window, my shades pulled back and inviting the morning inside. It was September; the first day of classes. My parents had helped me move in to my residence room a week ago, giving me time to get acquainted with all the people that would be on my floor. I had made a good number of friends, many of which I already had invited me to spend the next weekend on a drinking splurge.

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