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Claudia was enjoying her champagne. Her friends, Marianne and Mark, always knew how to host a party. Their house was perfect for it, as well. There were three cabanas around the pool, each with a king sized pad and gauzy curtains for at least a modicum of privacy. A high fence around the property kept away prying eyes in the very upscale subdivision in Boca Raton.

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The sound of steel clashing against steel shattered the quiet repose surrounding Doug Sanders while he read the contents on the label. He heard her before he saw her. Her voice was soft, caressing, apologetic, but clear as a bell. She was apologizing profusely for having run her shopping cart into his. He started his long drawn out gaze at her knees, upward towards her head.

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This was all new to her. 33 years old and a veteran of numerous highly sexual relationships, Krissy could by no means be described as a stick in mud when it came to matters of the flesh. But here she was in a passionate clinch with her new man, highly aroused and in a state of semi undress, with his flatmate and girlfriend in a similar position at the other side of the small lounge.

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It was over breakfast that we really got to know Denise and Graham on a more personal note. Rather, I should say on a more normal basis. Normal in the things that you typically discover with new friends, what kind of food and drink they would like, what kind of business they are in, etc. And it was mid-morning in London and we were finding out those details about the couple that we had played with the night before, especially from the woman who was used and humiliated, but loved every minute of it.

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She knew what they were up to. She'd seen them watching her from across the room. They were in the booth furthest away from where she was seated at the bar. She had noticed the girl first, a young woman with short blond curls, very attractive. Next to the girl was a guy, somewhere in his mid twenties or so, with brown hair nearly shaved to his scalp.

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There isn't a time of year I love more than summer. Warm weather, plenty of sun, time at the shore, flowers in my garden, kids outside. I especially relish the last one. The kids are out of school, but both of them are old enough now that they spent most of their time over friend's houses. This allows me to spend less time cleaning up after the messes they always seem to create, and more out in the warmth of the sun.

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The ten years between the ages of 15 and 25 are difficult for any girl becoming a young woman. Those years were especially difficult for me for several reasons. I am the product of a ‘mixed marriage’. My father is Japanese and my mother Swedish. They met when my mother was a dancer in the Ginza section of Tokyo. My father was, at that time, an up and coming young executive with a large Japanese firm. He knew that his marriage to my mother was the end of his career in Japan so they immigrated to Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.

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For the past several years I've played in a co-ed soccer league, something I said I'd never do in my younger days. But I've discovered over the years that playing sports with girls can be a lot of fun, and recently that fun level hit a new gear. The team had just won an intense match on a hot day and several of us decided to go to a local watering hole to celebrate the win.

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I looked up from my desk as Jason entered my office. I'd been working tirelessly for the past two weeks on a project, rarely even taking a lunch and I was happy for the diversion. Never mind the fact that Jason was pretty damn cute and a nice way to be diverted. "Hey gorgeous," He grinned at me, "I'm going out for drinks with some buddies tonight, wanna come along?"

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You may or may not remember me, but to refresh your memories anyway, I was the slut that sucked off many a cock and got fucked in every way possible by two women and at least 50 guys at a pool party last summer. Even after all that weekend of sex, I was still hot and very horny and spent the following week getting myself off over and over just thinking about that party.

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