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It was four months until the end of my senior year, and I had struggled all year to keep my moderate grade average up. I really loved all my teachers, but one made me furious. Mr. Davis was always writing comments on my exams about how I should know this, correcting all my spelling errors with bright red ink on my essays, and he would make comments to me while handing back my test like, "You need to study Miss McCall." No matter how hard I tried, I could never be good enough. I needed to pull this grade up if I had any chance of getting into the college of my choice.

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I peeked out the window of the door and saw the smiling face of little Julie Anderson, the neighbor girl who lived down the road a piece. She was wearing her scout uniform, and judging by the time of year and the things she was carrying, I knew what the visit was about. "Hi Julie!" I said as I opened the door. "Cookie time again I'll bet."

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It was the first Wednesday of the month and I usually go to the properties I own to collect the rent. One of the tenants in one of the apartments is a single mother of Puerto Rican decent. She lives with her son who is 16 years old and has another daughter who lives and works across town. When I knocked on her door, an older man answered and said that Nora was out of town visiting some relatives up North. He said that she would be back next week. I said it was not a problem and that I would call again next Wednesday. If she gets back before that have her call me.

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'Yea Peachy, that's it, long, slow strokes. Keep nibbling on my huge cock. Oh baby don't slow down, I'm about ready to fill your sweet mouth with a big load of hot, creamy cum.' "Bam! Bam! Bam!" Such a delicious dream interrupted by the sounds of pounding on the door. It's my mother, "Sweetie, your dad and I have to leave for that wedding out of town, please get out of bed and get the grass cut. We won't be home until late this evening. There's plenty of food in the fridge. Have a nice day!"

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My beautiful daughter Katie and her best friend Mindy had spent the night at my house. I am forty-four and have been divorced from Katie's mom for nine years. I have dated quite a few other women but have not found any that I wanted to settle down with. Katie is twenty years old and my pride and joy. She and Mindy have been best friends since sixth grade and were now in the same sorority together at college.

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I came home early; it had been one of those days from hell. Murphy's Law at work--if it can go wrong it will. Well, it could, and it did. Meagan Murphy, the current number one box office sex symbol, who is scheduled to star in Ben Affleck's new movie, shows up on the set five months pregnant. The film has a four-month shooting schedule, and there's no way she can do it.

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It had been a long, bumpy flight, I hadn't slept, and I was feeling skeevy around the edges. Needed something to hone that edge off, so I stopped at an old friend's up in Laurel Canyon before going to my hotel and picked up a few joints. Decent stuff, but I wished I'd brought my tin from New York – unfortunately, not with airport security these days.

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My name is Jenny Blithe. At the time of writing I am in my mid fifties. I have been married once, to Tom, who died in a skiing accident about five years after we got married. I have had two lovers since then, but neither of them worked out, the first turning out to be a lout, and the second a foul-mouthed pig. After that I gave up and contented myself with a dildo.

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Imagine munching into a big ripe juicy peach. Sweet-sharp flavour bursts into your mouth. Juices you cannot possibly capture all of flow unchecked down your chin. Hedonism! You take another bite. The juices flow once more, but you ignore them. You take another mouthful and abandon yourself to the pleasure. They are ripe peaches, all the young mothers wheeling their tiny new infants in their carriages in the summer sunshine.

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I didn't like Carl when I met him. I liked him even less when I realized what he was up to. The place was an upscale bar in a big city. It doesn't really matter where. It could have been anywhere. It could have been in your hometown. You know the kind of bar I'm talking about. Lots of wood, a friendly but quiet bartender, maybe a little jazz trio on some nights. It was the sort of watering hole businessmen and vacationers stop in after a day's selling, conferences or touring. A nice place.

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