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The first day at work was a little scary after not working for so many years. I was going to work for the same judge that granted my divorce from Wadsworth James the III. I got the house and a car and a small alimony check every month. Then dear Wadsworth goes and tried to drive under an eighteen wheeler so then the monthly checks stopped. Hence I am going back to work. But the house is paid for and the car should run for several years as it in nearly new.

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I've always adored old quilts airing on clotheslines in the spring of the year and my great Aunt Selina was a proponent of airing her quilts by spreading them on the grass to freshen them up. That is why memories of her came to me just now. Quilts have a special scent when they are placed in the sunshine...and James had placed several in the yard for this afternoon. Not so much for my visual delight, but for my sensual delight...one draped with care over two bales of straw and two upon the green grass on either side of the bales.

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I work in the City, and take the Underground home each evening to the suburbs. I have a nice stroll—just a couple of blocks—down pleasant, tree-lined streets with older, simple semi-detached houses. For a long time, one of the houses I passed was unoccupied. I had often fantasised, while walking by each evening, that someday I would take a love (strictly a fantasy figure) to the empty house for an evening of pleasure.

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It's the end of the evening and we find ourselves in a luxurious hotel bar, it's late, the lights are low and we've been drinking, you've been unable to keep your hands off me all night and I've been teasing you with promises of what's to come. I chose my outfit carefully; a black lace body with a plunging neckline that exposes just the right amount of cleavage, a sequined skirt which skims my hips allowing for easy access and black patent heels that make my legs go on forever.

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Everyone who knows Ellie, knows that she is a really nice girl. Born and raised in a small Midwestern town by strict and very religious parents, Ellie was the perfect daughter. She was a shy, polite, and religious girl who caused absolutely no problems for her parents. Ellie went to a small private high school and then to a small fundamentalist college where she met her future husband, Tim.

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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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I have long been an avid outdoorsman. I love just about anything and everything having to do with camping in the wilderness. As such, I was careful to ensure before I married that my wife would share the same enthusiasm for it that I did. When Jolene and I married, she was everything and more that I could have ever wanted or expected in a partner.

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As luck would have it, I finally met a girl I liked. And she seemed to like me. Our third date and she was letting me cook her dinner. At my apartment. Just me and her. I could not blow this. I let her into my building, and we began to walk up to the third floor. I was a gentleman and let her in first and we began to climb the stairs. Of course there are advantages to being a gentleman. Like walking up a flight or two of stairs with a pretty girl in front of you and being able to gaze at her ass.

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I didn't realise she was one of three sisters. Sharon had invited me home for supper---pot luck, she said---because I was temporarily on my own. I was eighteen at the time, and I'd never been invited out by a girl before. So I was quite surprised when it turned out there were four of us for supper. Three of the most beautiful women I could ever hope to meet, and ugly me.

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We had been looking forward to this Friday night all week. We had barely seen one another. We go to this little bar/pub that we love and get one of the last little tables left. We are having a great evening flirting with each other and dancing. A couple of hours in you excuse yourself to go to the washroom.

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