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I got your e-mail. You said you voted me a five. You were so sweet I wanted to meet you and thank you Tammy style. I was going to be home in Indiana for Thanksgiving, you suggested a meeting place. I showed up at the Radison Hotel in Chicago as you had arranged. You said "You look just like your picture" I giggled and said, "You were kind. I look nothing like my picture." I was sure you recognized me from my chest whoppers.

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The house next door to mine finally sold to a nice couple. It had been on the market for a while. I got to know them as the moved in and started to get settled. She was Pam a friendly woman in her mid-thirties and he was Mark, also about the same age and in good shape for his age. I helped them as they moved in and did some work on the house, but it wasn’t until they had a house warming party that I really got to know them well.

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"Show me," Hannah said, grinning. "What?" Bruce responded. "I said show me, I want to see how big it is." "I've never claimed that its big, just that his is small," Bruce responded, laughing. "I don't care, I want you to show me." "Are you serious?" Bruce asked, feeling his cock stiffen at the thought of getting it out in front of his friend.

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Lisbeth was bored. She idly went through the motions of straightening the shelves of the upscale boutique where she worked on this dreary Thursday morning. Lisbeth was twenty-four and she married less than two years ago, having come from her native Denmark as an au pair originally. The Georgetown lawyer to whom she was married treated her as a trophy wife, insisting that she escort him to his many social events, but once they got home, the middle-aged partner became icily cold to Lisbeth, precluding any carnal activities.

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1. The first time I met Martha was in the fall of 1975, or thereabout. Her husband, George, and I were college classmates, sharing classes together and working on the college poetry magazine. He was a skinny, beak-nosed fellow with rather lifeless brown eyes, intense, with the typically undergraduate assurance that we were intellectually superior to everyone else around us.

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Even though she had just spent a grueling three hours in the car, Debbi felt a little surge of energy as she turned the last corner to her boyfriend's house. It felt a little strange for her to be doing this, seeing as how he was still living at home, but that's what she got for giving her heart (and more) to a college student nearly ten years her junior. Somehow, in spite of their age difference, or perhaps because of it, the last few months of his spring semester had seen them share an intense, passionate love that knew no boundaries.

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The straps on Gary's backpack were really starting to hurt his shoulders. He'd been walking mostly since he got off the bus 2 hours ago. The dark, cool night air and the long walk were taking their toll on his resolve to find the two girls from the bar where the bus had stopped a few days ago, but he was too far into it now to stop.

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Claire knew it was three-forty. She knew because she had just checked the clock a few seconds ago, but she looked anyway. It was three-forty. She had already closed what she'd been working on, so she opened a couple of spreadsheets to clutter the screen. She picked a paperclip - a fancy one with a red no-slip plastic coating - from the magnetic dispenser to the right of her phone and un-bent it to an approximation of straight.

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There are pluses and minuses to living in small town USA, and never are the minuses more apparent than when dealing with sex. Having an affair is tough, because everybody knows everybody and gossip abounds. Porno is pretty much an internet thing, and bars are just that, bars. Nothing else. Well actually, that part is not entirely true. Which becomes one of the pluses. Every so often a bar in a rural area decides to try and be different.

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It is late in the evening and Gail and I have put in a long day. We are getting ready to go home when she stops. “John, I need your cock before I get out of here. Let’s go in the conference room and fuck on the big oak table.” She is unbuttoning her dress as she walks down the hall. She enters the room and throws her dress over one of the large leather chairs.

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