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I had begged and begged Margarite for the anniversary present I wanted most, and finally she agreed. She'd know I had a fetish for watching women puke, but she had never agreed to do it herself. But finally after weeks of begging, she decided it might be interesting to see what it was like.

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Three PM at the coffee shop last week, I saw someone I had not seen for nine years. Monet was a woman I had hired years ago to work in the shop I ran at the time. I was not the owner, but managed a gift shop on Sutter Street at Stockton in San Francisco. She and I ran the shop nights and weekends, and she was always nice to be around. At the time, we were both in our twenties, and things were good. No cares, lots of free time, and we both got to sleep late every morning.

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The next morning after our encounter with my Mum, I rang her from the office. "Oh hallo Diana dear." She said when she heard my voice. "Hi Mum." I said, "I'm ringing from the office." I let that information sink in so that she would know that I'd have to be careful what I said to her. "I'm ringing to see how you are this morning." "I'm fine dear." She said, "In fact I'm more than fine I'm ecstatic! I still can't believe what you two did to me yesterday! You are a pair of naughty buggers!"

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It was a struggle to open your eyes this morning. A busy week of travel mixed in with a "red eye" flight had taken its toll of your energy. Somehow, with great effort, you managed to drag your weary body out of bed, and stumbled along the hall to the kitchen. Morning coffee never failed to revive, at least not yet.

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The next day, Sunday we got up like nothing happened, Annie never mentioned anything about the previous evening. Pulling ourselves out of bed we made our way down to breakfast and ate with only a few words shared between us. I was in my boxers and Annie wore nothing but a small, white, spaghetti strap cotton top. She had showered and while most girls would have put something on after cleaning up in the morning Annie clearly was not like most girls. I couldn't take my eyes from her spectacular little heart shaped naked ass each time she bent or reached for something.

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Jennifer looked impatiently at the clock. She was getting highly agitated with her breast pump wishing now she would of gotten a mechanical one. Her engorged breast was filled to a bursting point with the abundance of milk she had. The breast pump was only producing a trickle, which was not enough. She was about in tears. Damn she was pissed.

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Tina came into the office and settled down in the interview chair opposite. She was a slim, olive skinned creature of Indian descent, about 25 years old. She had a head of thick wavy black hair, bushy dark eyebrows and the slightest hint of hair growing on her upper lip and a down the sides of her ears like the smudge of sideburns on an adolescent boy.

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My wife Sheila has decided today, that she was going to quit smoking. She had heard that being hypnotized was worth a try. "Will you find me a hypnotist?" I told her that I would. I could never refuse her a thing. She is an absolutely gorgeous woman. When we first met in college, I first noticed her long black hair and blue eyes.

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Cammie Sandrith lie awake in the dark of the night listening. She heard the gurgling at last, long after she had started listening for it. It was late, after two in the morning, and she had woken almost instantly when someone closed the door to the bathroom just down the hall. From the sound of the footfalls on the linoleum, it was her son, Roger, back for the weekend from university. It took forever for him to begin. Then the gurgling had commenced.

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Summer at last, a day at the beach, you bloody beauty, but hang on, I suppose some sort of intro is necessary I guess – my name is Devlin Watergate, I'm 46, widowed, I have a 22 year old daughter who is the spitting image of her mother, presently overseas working for the Australian High Commission. She comes home occasionally which rather cramps my style a little, but having her home makes up for that.

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