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"Vicki Lynn, are you up for a little adventure today?" my boyfriend Greg asked me. "Of course," I replied, lifting my head from Greg's beautiful penis. "What did you have in mind?" "I was thinking about taking you to a massage parlor." "A massage parlor, Greg? Those are for guys. Why would I want to go to one?" "Well, to begin with, you would get a chance to be naked in front of a bunch of very horny guys."

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Now that Vicki had been introduced to a number of sexual varieties and had passed with flying colors, Tyko and I thought that we should have a graduation party for her so that she could put her new found knowledge to practical use. After obtaining Helen & John’s permission, we called Larry & Ellie who have a beautiful, secluded home on Long Island and asked them if they would like to join the party and have it at their place the following Saturday night.

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I met Thomas and his wife Vera on the plane down to the Bahamas. We shared seating in first class. I was headed for a vacation and they were returning home from Houston. Thomas had an automotive paint supply company and had been in Houston setting up connections with suppliers. He was a tall older man with graying hair and a friendly outgoing personality. Even though I was half his age, we hit it off from the start.

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Lance and Laura had lived next door to Bill for over six years. They were a real nice couple and Bill and his wife had them over to dinner many times. Bill and his wife Karen had been married for 30 years. They were both 18 when they married right out of high school. Neither one was a virgin when they married. Bill lost his virginity to a baby sitter for his little sister when he was 14, and Karen had lost hers to a neighbor boy when she was 16.

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"Hey, Trish? I didn't see any--" My husband stopped dead as he opened the door of the bedroom and saw the two of us there, naked on the bed. His eyes grew so big I almost laughed in spite of everything else I was feeling at that moment. 'Us', was Karen and I. It was Mike's 44th birthday. Karen was his gift. I was the one giving her to him. At least, that was how simple it was supposed to be...

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Every time I tried to bring up a Valentines Day date with Chris, somehow we ended up not discussing it. It wasn't that he changed the subject, not at all, but somehow I would look back ten minutes later and realize that we didn't talk about it. It was very sneaky of him, perhaps. Or maybe he just happened to be pretty scatterbrained lately.

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The invitation came in the mail during the last week of May. I read it twice before I showed it to my wife, Marie. I handed it to her with the rest of our mail and went out to the garage to get some tools for a bit of yard work. When I was on my knees pulling weeds in a flower bed beside our house Marie came out of the house and sat on the grass by me.

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There's just something about the auburn hair Jess that says: "Fuck me!" Even back in high school when she was known as Ms Frostbite every guy in town wanted to be the stud to thaw her out first. In effect to wipe that come-fuck-me look right off of her face. Especially when she went through her rebellious stage, and rumors flew around the classes about her getting her nipples pierced just to spite her parents.

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The first package was innocent enough when it arrived. She was a little surprised to see a courier at her door when she answered the doorbell at the early hour of 9 am. Since her first class wasn't until eleven she had actually just woken up. The courier collected her signature and then handed over an oblong box. When she opened it she saw a miniature rose bush with a dozen yellow roses inside with a note.

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Vacation! God how long has it been? This will be wonderful... going to a romantic place with the man you love and - for a whole week - you don't have to cut up anyone else's meat... no bedtime stories (unless you count the Penthouse Letters.) No hurt knees or feelings to soothe. Only you and Michael and your fantasies.

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