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Hi, I thought id share my experiences with the sexy little slut who lives next door. Her name is Jenny. Jenny is a 18 year old school girl, 5'2" and very petite with delicious young breasts, she has dyed blonde hair with a slight kink in it and the type of gorgeous blue eyes that would make you cum right then if she as much as looked up while she was on her knees in front of you. But that wasn’t what turned me on about Jenny, what really made my 8"s leek about a gallon of pre-cum and my balls ache was she smoked!

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Sundays have always been their favorite time together. And a rainy Sunday morning is perfection to them both. She curled her leg around his waist and stretched her lithe body straight, her limbs shaking at the end of the motion, until she again rests her head on her fluffy pillow. A crack of thunder makes them both jump and she snuggles closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his body against hers, the new morning endless.

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Sometimes a man's path of action is planned out over days, or weeks, or months, and follows well-practiced steps to an anticipated place. And other times... When I got out of the car at Oakwood Mall on that Saturday afternoon in June, I had no thoughts for adventure, risk, pleasure. I just needed to go to Sears and buy a couple of tools.

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Daniel was divorced and living alone. His stupid job had been the cause of his marital problems because he had to spend so much time on the road. If only he and his ex-wife Sally had kids, she would have had something to keep her occupied whenever he was away. But that was not to be, no matter how hard they tried, and Sally's apparent barrenness overburdened the shaky marriage. Perhaps, he had always thought, if I had spent more time at home, filling Sally's cunt with my sperm, she might have been successful in becoming pregnant.

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My Name is Robert Walsh and I have been through some significant transformations in my life and I need to tell someone about them; "I need to tell my story". How it began... I am 49 years old now, but this all began for me about 39 years ago when I was a boy living with my mom in a 1 bedroom apartment in the basement of the Babylon Shores Motel. I didn't know this at the time but my mom had been divorced because my dad had caught her several times in our house screwing her boss "Lenny".

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The small car's engine roared as it trundled down the city street, cars passing to either side, most honking. There was the occasional middle finger thrown as well, as if for good measure. The noise coming from under the hood would have been fine, even welcomed, had this particular vehicle not been electric. It should have been whisper quiet, unlike the petroleum-fueled pollution machines that had preceded it. But the last gasoline car had been scrap for at least fifty years.

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I got good grades in Classical High School, Providence, Rhode Island not because I was endowed with great brains, but because I studied hard. Basically all I did was study and play a little High School football, but to say I was the best back-up running back for Classical wasn't saying much. I wanted to date but that didn't go far since I was tagged "Mikey the Geek boy".

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You know the saying—and I'm sure I date myself by saying this—"I want to marry a girl like the one that married Dad?" Well, that holds true for me. I come from a big, traditional Italian family—Dad worked and was head of the house, Mom was at home in the kitchen (and pregnant for the most part). We didn't have much money, but we were never hungry, and because there were seven kids, we had a lot of fun. I always assumed that when I got married, I would have the same kind of family. I loved kids, and secretly, I looked forward to having an ever pregnant wife.

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You wouldn't have suspected it when he walked in so casually. With jeans and a tight t shirt he looked very comfortable with himself. Even his walk, a very collected and aggressive stride that drew the attention of both June and Eden, hid his purpose. Imagine their surprise then when, after searching through the entire store, he came to the counter empty handed.

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We've always liked to use food to enhance our sex ever since we read "Like Water for Chocolate" and that book by Marquez where the wacky dictator puts asparagus into the vaginas of the local towns women. I think that is actually where we got the idea from, sophomore year of college literature class. We passed notes back and forth to each other describing what we were going to eat off of one another and how we would become human sundaes. Jesus we ruined a lot of bed sheets back then. Now we just rip the shower curtain off the rod when we feel like human sundaes.

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