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Suzanne and Kate sat at a table on the deck of the ski lodge cafe. They had finished skiing for the day, and were watching the slope where their husbands were making a final run. Suzanne's husband, Mark was a big man who plowed through the mogul field, his legs working like pistons as he raced down the slope. Kate's husband, Tim, almost danced through the moguls. He often said that he didn't care who got to the bottom first, as long as he skied with style.

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I arrived at the Jefferson's Lake Campsite entrance and upset some of those waiting - families in station wagons, seniors in their recreational vehicles, young couples in their cars pulling small trailers -- when I rode my bicycle right past them. I smiled as I approached the ranger station and saw a familiar face exit. I got off my bike and walked up to him.

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"Here we are -- home, sweet home," announced Amber as the car pulled up out the front of a battered old caravan down the far end of the park. "Looks great," I said, getting out of the back seat. "Homely. Looks like it hardly would leak at all in a storm."

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"Kiss! Go on do it." As they did every single time Cara's parents were out of town and they had a couple's sleep over Brian and Cal were trying their damndest to get the girls to kiss. Cara, Brian and Cal lived on campus in gulag style cinder block dorm rooms that dated back to the 1960s so understandably they tried to escape at every available opportunity. Jess' parents place was out in the 'burbs and stacked with all the luxuries lacking from their dorm.

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Chapter One -- Pool Hopping My wife Nicole and I invited two other couples to spend a summer weekend at our cabin near a ski resort. During the summer it was fun to explore the mountain side and we thought it would be fun to bring some friends along. My wife's college roommate Misty and her husband Kimball had been our friends for several years. Brian and Jenni lived next door to us and we had become quite good friends.

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I was working out of town for a week on my own and staying in a rather seedy four storey hotel. The room was okay and clean enough, but the hallways and front lobby were shabby with old furniture and not very clean looking carpets. I had been there all week and seen some shady looking people around the hallways and in the elevators, but didn't think too much about them and just stayed in my room in the evenings. I had thought that maybe some of the girls I had seen around the hotel could be hookers, but it was hard to be sure.

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Linda was Paul's "weekend pet", or so he liked to call her. Neither of them was looking for a relationship, and neither of them wanted to be in one with each other. But Linda was a submissive, and she loved being subjected to everything Paul did to her when they did get together, she loved his power over her, and she loved his long, fat cock. It was biggest cock she had ever had inside her. Paul considered himself lucky.

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INTRODUCTION It was the summer of 1973 and I was the catcher for a fast pitch softball team. I learned about the team from friends who I had met in our townhome complex. Biff and Steffi were married and they lived in a townhome a few buildings from mine. Biff was the pitcher for the softball team and he had mentioned that they needed a catcher. I had played baseball in high school and college as a catcher so I told Biff that I was interested.

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It was the Friday afternoon, before the Holiday Weekend, and I was driving the car to the ‘Biker Rally’ and ‘Rock Festival’, when I realised that I had a ‘slow puncture’. My husband, Craig, had set off earlier, on his new Honda 750. My mobile phone couldn’t receive a signal, so all I could do was sit by the side of the road; smoke a cigarette and wait for help.

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Working all day in medical administration doesn't leave much time for sex. I am 36, pretty in a normal kind of way, at least I think so. I'm not huge busted or anything that is out of the ordinary really. Just a woman, twice married and twice divorced. In all my life the total number of men I had actually been in bed with can be counted on just one hand.

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