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The drinks through the evening made him nice and woozy. His head felt light and in this state Sunita looked ever sexier and alluring. As if that was not enough, she was wearing her saree with one of those blouses that was daringly cut. Every time she leaned to serve someone or pick up a glass for refill, her low slung blouse gave enough slack for everyone to look down the front. Not that there was so much on display; her breasts were just short of large and there was not any significant cleavage. Her breasts mostly were contained by her bra.

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I moved slowly back and forth on the patio swing with my book in my lap enjoying the warm spring afternoon. I had spent the whole weekend completing a contract in a prestigious high rise and had the day off from my job as a interior decorator. It was a good time to do absolutely nothing and would be taking it easy for the next while. Jodie would soon be home from work.

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When you're in your twenties and in college, the field of eligible women seems endless. If you want short flings, no sweat. If you want long term, easy to find. Once you graduate and go out in the world, well, all that changes. Hopefully by that time you found your true love and married her. Which is what I did, marrying my high school and college sweetheart before leaving college. If only that meant long term happiness.

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It was the night before Christmas when I set the trap for my girlfriend. The aroma of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies wafted throughout the house mixing pleasantly with the Christmas tree in the living room and the soft smoky scent of the crackling fire. Underneath the tree was a special box that was wrapped to match the rest of the presents and I highly anticipated the use of its contents. Sara was set to return from her office Christmas party that evening and little did she know what I had planned for her.

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Sara and I had been married about five years. We were deeply in love (although I've always been a bit mystified about what she sees in me). Our sex life was regular, vigorous, and enjoyable. However, we were both a looking for the next peak. We were both in our early thirties. Sara was, in my opinion, gorgeous. She had rich red hair (complimented by a neatly trimmed red bush). Her face had a few freckles and, while perhaps not classically beautiful, had character, humor, and intelligence.

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The windows of the car were already steamy as she climbed into her boyfriend Steve's vehicle, passenger side. "Hey, Katie. How ya doin?" Who was that? Katie looked into the back seat of the car just before she sat down, then she looked over at Steve, a look of concern on her pretty rounded face. "Hi, Trevor," she said over her shoulder, trying to sound casual. "Katie, you don't mind Trevor hanging out with us, do you?"

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When I was a little girl, my dad worked as a carpenter. The company he worked for was like one big family; we'd get together for nearly every holiday for picnics and parties, all the parents and all the kids. There were about ten kids around my age, both boys and girls, within five years either direction. We'd hang out together, keeping each other out of trouble, just being friends.

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Josephine enters the mall, hoping with all hope that her new outfit is in at the Leather Emporium. As she continues to walk, she notices a group of men and women starring in her direction. Knowing that they are looking at her sexy 5'7" body with her 38H chest and a figure that would melt the sun, she bends over very provocatively, lifts her skirt to her thigh, and secures her stocking to the garter clip. Hearing the hoots and hollers, she knows she got her point across.

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Moving to a new town is never easy, especially when you're 18. My name is Jason, and a quarter of the way into my senior year, and my dad gets a new job a thousand miles away. I hollered, whined, and complained as much as I could, but to no avail. My mom insisted that I stop making a fuss. She said this would be hard on all of us and that dad had no choice. If he didn't take this job we would lose the house since we there was no way we could pay for it for all we invested into it. She said that seeing us upset would just make it harder for him than it already was.

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After many years of trying to keep up with it, my wife and I hired a Brazilian couple to come and clean our house once a week. They were young, eager, and inexpensive, so we decided it was an affordable luxury, and went for it. They come on Friday mornings, so the house is clean for the weekend, and nobody gets in their way while they are working. As they don't speak much in the way of English, I hadn't really gotten to know them well, although they were quite friendly.

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