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I recently retired at the early age of fifty-five and one thing I started to do, in order to occupy my time, was to walk in the park that was just down the road from my place. The park itself wasn't that nice, but it was a pleasant place, just to walk. The paved area was used by joggers, sprint-walkers, mothers with baby carriages and so on. Most of the time it was all women during the weekdays. I watched them go by me and I mean to tell you, it was invigorating to watch some of those well-rounded asses.

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Simon thought little of it when his Secretary reminded him she was taking her annual leave from Monday, distractedly answering her by asking if she had managed to organise a temporary replacement. "Yes," she replied, slightly testily, "she'll be here on Monday." "Good" he replied, feeling slightly irritated by her tone, "I hope it's not somebody straight from school who hasn't the faintest idea how to answer a telephone"

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Renee hung up the phone and leaned over the desk, cradling her head in her hand. The day at the office had been bad enough, and this was just the icing on the cake. Somehow, the computer at the thrift store had picked up a virus. Without it, she couldn't print tags, enter anything into inventory, scan it out when someone purchased something, or keep up with the government paperwork.

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Sitting out on the back deck I do not always hear the doorbell when it rings. I should probably fix that problem some day since I spend so much time out here enjoying the view and sun. Then again I do not get many unexpected guests. I live on the outskirts of town on a large bluff. The back of my home faces the south towards the city and the view is spectacular.

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I don't know why I never thought of this before. It's really just so obvious. I'm a very successful lawyer. My work is all involved with corporate litigation. I've made literally hundreds of millions of dollars. One reason that I've been so successful is that my work is my life. I enjoy it, I'm extremely diligent. I've remained a bachelor, on purpose. I truly love sex with females but I have no interest in giving my life over to someone else. It has always been relatively easy for me to find female companionship.

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"Hi, Mike!" June sang out, as the car cruised to a halt on the driveway, adjacent to where Mike was cutting the grass on his front lawn. "Hi, June," replied Mike, cutting the mower and ambling over to his neighbour's drive. June was getting out as he said – "How's things?" "Oh, fine," she replied, with a friendly smile. The two couples – June and Gordon, and Mike and Mary – had been neighbours for close on twenty-five years, and had the ideal 'neighbour' relationship.

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I felt so evil! Here, a forty-seven year old woman, watching the young men dance at the bachelorette party, I couldn't take my eyes off their cocks, so long and hard! Fran, my best friend, invited me to her daughter's wedding and shower, and I got hoodwinked into this, too. A Saturday night out, with all these twenty-somethings, and us two old biddies!

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"You'll need to nuzzle in deeper than that to lick me, Honey." Ms. E's voice was a gentle contralto - just as calm and pleasant as it was when she greeted me in the hall. "Are you going to crack my head like a walnut again?" She'd pulled up her skirt so our eyes could meet, and she could see that I was smiling. "I'd never." But we both knew that she would - or at least her plump thighs would try to when she was on the verge of orgasm. The truth was that I really didn't mind, but I liked to teas her.

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When I woke after my session with the guys and Tom I felt a whole range of emotions -- firstly that Tom would feel I had behaved like a slut. Secondly quite ashamed that I had let myself go completely and laid myself open to be talked about in the village. Thirdly that in spite of these feelings I had enjoyed the fact that three younger guys has found my body so attractive that they had wanted me again and again.

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I wanted to throw the phone across the room. "Yeah... no problem Tim... I understand. No, it's fine. Yeah, I'll drink one for you. Alright talk to you later." Gently I hung up the phone. "Well, fuck me to tears, Agnes. Just fuck me to tears!" As I walked into the kitchen the preheat buzzer on the stove went off in mocking laughter. I turned off the oven, picked up the four slabs of ribs that I was about to season, and placed them back into the refrigerator with a shake of my head.

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