Chapter 1
Dawn's friends were spending the night again. I really wasn't all that surprised, of course, but it would have been easier on me if they were staying at another parents house. There was some work I had to do tonight, but I guess it would have to wait. Whenever my daughter's friends are in the house, I don't get much done until they quiet down for the evening.
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I was hanging out at my friend Victor's house, we were two 20 year old guys on spring break from college and life was good. His mom was a real sweetheart, divorced but very cheerful about everything still… she was also a total MILF. I mean, she was 45 years old, but her skin looked silky smooth, barely any wrinkles and no gray in her dark brown hair that hung straight to just below her shoulders. And she worked out every day, to old Jane Fonda tapes in the living room. I have to admit, it made my dick a little hard every time we passed by her while she bounced around in her spandex.
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'Old Vinyl Classics – The station that brings you the greatest hits of the 60s, 70s and...'
The old car stereo in my car crackled as I turned it off and parked my car alongside the curb. Once again I was in a familiar part of town; it was a place where I had parked my car many times during the past two years or so. Once again, I was on my way to band rehearsal, and again I was running a bit late, as was the case more often than not. To be honest, I really didn't care that much. A few months ago, things had been different.
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Jenni Adams parked her rusted pickup behind the Harper house and killed the engine, sat at the wheel as an east wind brought rain over the steep shingle roof and drove it hard against the windshield. The surf would be big today and she anticipated a fight getting through the waves. She wanted this moment to last, sitting perfectly still, letting the urge to swim build inside, the anticipation almost sexual. For Jenni, a lot of things were almost sexual.
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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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Part 1
Something that never left Rita was her milk. It was because she loved to have her tits sucked so much. Rita has very long nipples about an inch long when she’s aroused. Rita very seldom where a bra because she liked the way the material makes her nipples hard and stick out. Rita’s tits were the size of a large grapefruit or a melon. Perky, one fellow called them. Rita, now 46, was a big girl, a size 18,but she always turned the heads of many men.
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"Harry; I really do love you but no I don't want to get married." Harry looked at me with big sad eyes and I only smiled. Harry and I had been dating for a few days when I let him bed me. He's near my age and was very good at doing what we were doing at the time. I am quick to climax and I am some what vocal when I do. Harry had never had a women show how much she enjoyed his charms before this and he thought I was the one for him.
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I've had my share of lovers, but there's always something special about the first. Here name was Eve, and this is my ode to her. This story takes some time to develop, so if stories like that aren't your cup of tea you might want to skip it.
I'm not sure where to begin, so I guess good place to start would be to describe the principle people involved and a bit of their backgrounds. First, a little bit about myself at the time. I was eighteen, and still a virgin.
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"Well, I have like 45 minutes to kill," sang the high-pitched, sweet teen voice of my daughter's curvy Latina friend Marisa, "would you like a sloppy blowjob?"
My ears weren't expecting that question, and I swear I must have blushed. Perverted middle-aged fathers don't get that question often, or at least, this one doesn't. Or hasn't before at least. Maybe she saw me staring at her ample boobs in her tight babydoll, or she detected my eyes on her stellar round butt in that thin little skirt a few minutes earlier.
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Marie was a mature woman with short, well layered blue silver hair and a slightly plump, but still desirable body that was generally covered by proper attire, consisting of sensible tops and knee length skirts. She was a junior high school librarian, a widow who had been married to her college sweetheart for twenty some years until he had perished in a vehicular accident.
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