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With the sting of the Mezcal still on her tongue, she could feel its poison pulsing through her head. It was the perfect antidote given that only two shots mesmerized her into seeing purple flowers that crept up the curtains in vines. She knew they weren't really there. She didn't care.

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She came home to an apparently empty house. Strange, though, since his car was in the garage. There was a note on the kitchen counter: I'm upstairs waiting. Go take a long, hot shower and put on the outfit that I left out. Don't worry. I'll make you dinner afterward. :^)

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"Wash or dry?" Sheila asked. "Dry," Mike said. With one hand, he caught the dishtowel his wife tossed at him. "How's the shed coming?" she asked as she carefully washed a wine glass. Mike chuckled. "It's gonna be awesome. I should be done with the framing by the time Dave gets his rear end over here in the morning."

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Maria sat on the edge of her bed and looked down at her heavy, hanging breasts and her swollen belly. Her back ached and her slender frame was bowed beneath the weight of her unborn baby. She had slept badly the previous night and her eyes, normally lively and full of life, were dulled with exhaustion. David had left her as soon as he discovered that she was pregnant.

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"Are you ready for this?" She hovers just in front of my face. My hands held down above my head. Her pussy is wet with sex - both hers and mine. "Because you're getting it, whether you are ready. Or not." She looks down into my eyes and smiled. An hour before, Rashel was just getting home from work. I had the day off. Most of the day was spent playing video games and surfing the web, but just before she got home I went into action.

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Sean was tired but happy. As he pushed the lawnmower back toward his house, the young man counted up all the money he'd made from all the lawns he had cut that day. The sun hung low in the sky. He was just about to put the mower away in the garage when his mother leaned out the back window.

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I really felt ashamed of myself. I knew I was slipping back into my old fantasy habits. A supposedly respectable married woman 39 years of age with this ridiculous fetish for dressing up in school uniform. It had been more than a fantasy during my early thirties with the two old priests and Sister Mary. I think my fantasy thoughts started in my mid twenties after I had married Derek.

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A lot has changed in my life since Jasmine introduced me to watersports. I have become more daring, more exciting, more confident, and ready to try new things. I received a hefty promotion and am making decent money now – money that I'm using to completely change my life around for the better. Before I would save and save and save for a rainy day ... now I'm having fun with it, because my days are full of nothing but sunshine.

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A while ago my Husband Bob made the mistake of telling me that he loved to be forced to eat his own cum. At first I thought it would be gross but I went along with it and after having sex I would have him lick his cum off of various body parts of mine. I actually really enjoyed this. Then one day I caught him jacking off and instead of stopping when he saw me he just kept going while I watched.

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"Now, Tina," said charge nurse Melina Nash, "You seem to have settled in very well. How do you like it?" "Oh, it's really good." replied eighteen year-old Tina, a student nurse of just six weeks. In their crisp uniforms, the two girls made as pretty a picture as you could hope to see: Melina, twenty four, with her fine blonde hair and pretty face was the sort of nurse who appeared in the nursing recruitment advertisements, while Tina, with her slim, boyish figure, dark eyes and short dark hair was a real stunner.

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