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It was just after 1am when I finished my university assignment on the computer. I shut it down and tidied up my mess of papers, and turned off all the lights. I began to climb the stairs up to my bedroom in the dark. I was just turning the corner of the landing when I collided with someone coming downstairs, and we both gave yelps of surprise.

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INTRODUCTION The summer I was sent to Mountain Farm, I was in my late teens (19). A had for a couple of years already been soiling the sheets with my nightly juices almost every night and my attention to schoolwork and helping out at home had become more and more distracted by my growing and constantly aching cock and balls. The actual trigger was when my mother surprised me twice one afternoon when I was happily stroking my member in the family bathroom but had forgotten to lock the door.

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Kurt was not the most handsome man on the planet. But he was a kindhearted soul who was always willing to help out his fellow human being, male or female, and always felt for the underdog. For the former reason, people liked him and enjoyed his company. For the latter reason, Kurt felt sympathy for the girls in the secretarial pool, and would always go out of his way to make things easier for them or praise their work. They really worked their buns off and received little thanks or appreciation for it.

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My name is Steve, and I’m a pretty lucky guy, you see my wife Joanne is into threesomes. We frequently get together with her friend Amy, who’s an incredibly hot blonde with a slim athletic body. Joanne is a petite brunette, with perky breasts and an incredible ass.

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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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