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My name is Adam. I've been living alone for the past ten years. Had a few live-in ladies during that time but on my own the last year. I mostly visited Senior Centers scouting for those lonely ladies that hang out at such places. Had a coupe of hot ones... guess they figured it might be the last fucking they were going to get so they give it their all.

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My lessons had been going very well with Ms. Candy for quite some time. My skills "tickling the ivories" had even improved somewhat too. Good thing too, because my mother was always very interested to hear how I was doing with the piano lessons. Ms. Candy was going to be touring Europe for a month. Being a kind soul, she had arranged for her sister, Ms. Honey, to give me lessons in her absence. On the way over to her house, I couldn’t help but wonder how much Ms. Honey would be like her sister.

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So finally we meet. God, you are even more radiant and exuding that perfume that I only have heard about so far. Your Irish eyes crinkle and sparkle with mischief as you smile at me, taking in my gauche nervousness. "Nervous, boy?" you ask me teasingly. I try and laugh it off, blushing furiously.

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My mother-in-law continually amazes me. She is always alert to any opportunity for sex. We are sitting at the dinner table tonight. Ruth, my mother-in-law, a very young sixty five, is sitting next to me, with my wife, Beth across from us. Ruth says to Beth, “I don’t see that salad dressing you had last time, the French vinaigrette type.” Beth says, “I have some in the refrigerator. I’ll be right back.”

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Miranda Warren watched her friend K.C. West pace back and forth in the coffee shop in which she worked. She could tell that the attractive young blonde was nervous. K.C. had no reason to be. She was the pretty young blonde with the vivacious personality. If anyone should be nervous, it should have been her other friend, Casey Carter. How often does a 40-year old insurance broker get to go on a date with a 21-year old blonde model type?

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“Andy, No!’ the young woman screamed as her small son ran quickly away from her. He looked about 3 years old, but ran like Jesse Owens. I jumped from my truck and held him by his little suspenders. ‘No you don’t little guy!’ I laughed out holding him as he still tried running away. He looked like one of those cartoons on the TV. ‘Your Mommy will kick your little butt.’ I laughed again as his very, pretty mother ran up to me.

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Tina was older than me, 39, and I suppose a typical office fling. She was married, but it was pretty on the rocks. Her husband didn't appreciate her and he was kept busy with his own wandering eye. I was a busy sales executive selling IT to large corporate clients.. It was a tough job with plenty of support required from the office base. This is where Tina came in,

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The older man has received less than glowing reviews due in part because it is a foregone conclusion that as a man ages his sexual prowess diminishes and the ability to adequately and proficiently satisfy his partner is just not possible. Nothing could be further from the truth. I am confident that a sexually active woman of any age would welcome the man who didn't believe that an erection was the only means of sexual satisfaction.

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Guy was a twenty-five year old washing machine service engineer who was mentally and physically marred by the scarring of adolescent acne. He was also thin, shy, and sexually frustrated, and was altogether the exact opposite of all that service engineers are supposed to be. His was not the life of continual housewife conquests and extended house calls no matter how much he wanted it to be, and on the only two occasions that he had made half-hearted advances to the ladies he had called on he had been rebuffed instantly, and threatened with being reported to head office.

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"Would you help me over in Reference, please?" Richard looked up from his filing. He swiveled his head, looking for the source of the clear, but tiny voice. "I'm rearranging and I need someone to help move the shelves and lift the boxes of books." He spied Sylvia, standing a little to the side and behind him. Richard nodded "ok" and filed the last two cards. He closed the card file drawer and followed her to the reference room, for which she had already started.

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