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Chapter 1 It was a long and tiring drive to Philadelphia. Normally, I can drive straight through from Rochester to Philly in about six hours, if the roads are clear and the weather is good. The roads weren't clear and the weather wasn't good, so it took us upwards of nine hours. Jackie and the baby slept almost the entire time, which was good in that Timmy wasn't crying and fidgeting, and bad in that I didn't have anybody to spell me.

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"Why aren't you having sex with Trevor?" asked Jen during lunch with her best friend. "If I had a housemate who was: a good looking guy, with a big cock, knew how to use it and liked to eat pussy .... I'd be fucking him two to three times a week. Maybe even two to three times a day on the weekends!" "You're such a slut!" replied Tina, laughing. "Believe me I've thought about it ever since I broke up with Steve two months ago.

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My senior year in college I went with my buddy Steve to New York City to see our school play basketball against St. John's in Madison Square Gardens. On our way out after the game we ran into Margie and a girlfriend ( I don't remember her name). Margie is a secretary in New York and also our best friend Rich's girl.

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It had been so long since I had seen Troy or Jake, not to mention seeing them both this evening. I had known both men for years and at separate times in my life had wonderful intimate moments with both. That hadn't happened for years; however, we had all remained friends through the years, rarely seeing each other. We silently supported each other during divorces and marriages, births and deaths, and only hoped for the best for each other in the future.

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I have known Miss Bobby for a very long time. We've always been friends foremost and lovers just for the fun of it. She worked at a club I visited whenever I was in town. She drank for a living, meaning she worked for the bat so the customers would buy her drinks and stick around longer. I would hang around until she got off and then we would go somewhere else to party.

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Saturday mornings must have something special in them, they seem so much better than all the rest, and this fine Saturday morning was no different. It was six in the morning and I was just finishing my last minute packing for the camping trip. My best friend from high school, Jake Ryan, had invited me on a camping trip with his family.

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"So, you two are L..." I began, speaking to the two women cuddled up together on a couch in front of me. "Lovers?" Ali interrupted. "Life Partners?" Violet countered, causing both to giggle. "Lesbians?" I finally finished my question. "Nope!" Ali said.

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I suppose that I felt guilty about fucking LeAnne's sister that day when I was fixing the garage roof, but every time I started to get down about it I just thought back to the way that Carolyn had looked, bent over, her totally perfect ass high in the air and my rigid cock sliding in and out of her pussy and started to feel instantly better.

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Julie took one last look at her self in the mirror and turned smiling at Mark, "I think I'm ready," she said with a nervous grin on her excited face as she stood anxiously waiting to get this night of discovery started. She ran her hands down the front of her tight jeans and made sure the gauzy pink shirt was hanging just right.

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An interesting thing happened to me on my way home a couple of weeks ago, but first, i have to give a little background. My dad played in a rock band when he was in High School and college, and decided to start up his own band. He grabbed a couple of his high school buddies and his brother and started their band. My dad plays bass, rhythm guitar and keyboards; my uncle Todd plays the same instruments as dad. His high school buddies are Howie on drums, Stevie on lead guitar and Stosh, who was kind of a jack of all trades, he could play almost any instrument, guitar, horns and keyboards. Everyone got a chance to do some lead vocals, but Stosh was going to be the main singer.

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