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Dan looked up at the big rental van as it pulled in at the house on the next street over. His back yard faced that home's back yard, there was a five foot tall board fence between the two lots. He spent a lot of time out in his own overly large back yard, keeping the grass and decorative plants in close to perfect condition. The other home had been vacant for several months. The sweet old lady that had lived there had passed away, so things there were getting to be on the unkempt side.

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I had just finished my freshman year of college, having somehow existed through months of frustration. My grades were excellent but my sex life was a failure. With hormones pumping throughout my body at breakneck speed, and a goodly amount of attractive girls running around campus suffering with the same condition, one would have thought that I would have connected with at least one member of the opposite sex. Alas, it did not come to pass. I was heading home without any good stories to tell to my old high school buddies and especially my best friend, George Simmons.

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I have always thought that Betty had a lot of balls to do what she did. Big brass ones. I was at least 20 years younger than Betty and I don't think I had ever exhibited any attraction toward her. She was just another pleasant acquaintance in the workplace. But, like so many of the remarkable women who have graced my life, she knew what she wanted and she had the inner confidence to go for it.

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Betty awakened to the sound of water running in her bathroom. It took her a moment to remember that she hadn't fallen asleep alone. Bill had come to see her that morning. She was laying on her side, facing away from the bathroom door. Looking out the window, she could see, across the Intracoastal Waterway, the cement tile roofs of Ft. Lauderdale as it stretched all the way to the Everglades.

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“Christ, look at the tits on that!” he murmured to himself. They were indeed quite a pair, bulging out against the constraints of a cardigan that did little to hide their voluptuousness. She was obviously walking for fitness as she also wore sunglasses, a peaked cap, track suit pants and runners. She was well over 50 and grey hair tied in a pony tail hung to her shoulders. She was not slender and as she passed, he took in the size of her superstructure and the size of her rear. “Counter balanced,” he thought to himself.

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This wasn't the first time he'd seen her here at the supermarket. It was a few of weeks ago, on a Wednesday, that he first cast his eyes upon her mature, full figure and her fine head topped by billows of natural red hair. She was about 45, and her large hips and breasts where accented by a slim waist. She was a West Texas earth mother type, but with a hint of sadness. Since then, he'd made Wednesdays his regular shopping day in the faint hope that he might run into her again. And now, here she was in front of him.

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Our family spent two weeks every summer at a seaside holiday camp. We had been going there for years and knew most of the families who also took their holiday over that same two week slot. There were heaps of kids and the adults all enjoyed socialising with each other. At eighteen I was one of the older of the "children" in the group which was good in some ways but a bit of a drag in others.

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“Damn, I hate that bitch!” Carl muttered as he walked from the building. Carl was a short, fat and rude person that nobody really liked, they just put up with him. “Friday night, five o’clock and she want every computer counted.” He added looking to his friend Todd. Todd just tilted his head, “Well, it’s her company and she pays us pretty good.” He said thinking that he didn’t mind. He had more time to look at her wonderful, mature body.

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I suppose it's a sign of the times, as well as a testimony to my advancing age, but as the divorced father of a 19 year old boy, I'm constantly amazed at the things these kids send each other through their e-mail. These guys tell girls to send pictures of themselves in various stages of undress, or even stark naked, and these girls actually do it!

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"You're being silly. I'm old enough to be your mother." Says Willow with a sad smile. Stepping over to her I look down into her dark eyes. I pause for a second as I see those beautiful pools of hazel looking back at me. "And I'm old enough to know that's not old." I lean down to kiss her. For a half a second I think she might let me then her head turns and my lips brush her cheek.

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