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Michael's heart was pounding as he drove, and his hands on the steering wheel were damp. His mind was overwhelmed with complexity of his situation, and beads of sweat had formed on his brow. No matter where he turned, no matter how he looked at it, he knew he was in trouble. She looked like she was no older than eighteen years old, with her smooth, lithe body and waist-length black hair.

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Ellie Carson was a fifty six year old woman who owned the neighborhood flower shop, or as she was fond of saying, the shop owned her. It was all she had to show for a lifetime devoted to a husband who had left her years ago, and she kept opening the door everyday out of habit pretty much because she had no place else to go.

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Caroline and I had been together, on-and-off, for a little over 2 years. She was lovely. Warm, funny, loving and hot as hell. At 5'4", she was not tall, but had a nice figure--sweet ass and shapely legs--coupled with a pretty face, long auburn hair, and a knockout smile. She was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with; I just hadn't got round to asking her that question yet.

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My job is pretty boring. Most people say that, and most people truly believe it. None of them have to deal with what I do though. I give trumpet lessons at a place called Up the Scale. All day I deal with zit-covered, teenage brats that are taking trumpet lessons at Mommy and Daddy's expense. The worse they play the trumpet, the more they come back. It's like their parents are deaf or something.

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They’d just made love and Carol was idly fondling Sean’s still meaty but no longer fully erect penis when she started telling him about her latest conquest. Both felt it so refreshing to be free of jealousy, able to share intimate disclosures like this, “He’s so cute, Greg is, a regular dreamboat. Smooth and sleek and boyish, and such a pretty face. A true Adonis.

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PRELUDE Louise Connor took me by the hand and led me over the doorway with the mistletoe hanging overhead. She took me in her arms and kissed me driving her tongue deep into my mouth. Then she released the lip lock on me and dropped to her knees in front of me. I remained still as Louise unbuckled my belt and unfastened my trousers. She took her time and then lowered them down past my knees. I could feel my cock rising to the occasion and my boxer shorts tented in evidence of my excitement.

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Heather is my new girlfriend, although I've known her since college. When I knew her then, she had this hyper-curly dark hair and these hot blue eyes. Now, almost ten years later, her hair is still curly, but dyed a stylish light brown. Her eyes are still intense, and her body has filled out into a full, mature figure, with a tendency to be sweetly plump if she stops exercising for a while.

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The bar was reassuring warm after the cold night. I shook the rain of my jacket and ordered a cold beer. It had been a long day, or more like a long week. I'd been working the weekend shift and had been doing 14 hours a day for eight days now. My mind and body ached and the only thing that I was thinking was my much needed days off.

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"How's this one look, Daddy?" Brandy asked me as she twirled her five foot ten inch body in front of me. The tiny red skirt just did cover her full 36c breasts and her very tight 34-inch ass. I couldn't help but getting hard at the sight of my sexy 18 year-old daughter. "Oh yes! It's to good for that low life." I replied trying to cover up my 10-inch cock as it grew in my jeans. "Why couldn't you to your Prom with a nice guy?"

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Patricia lay in the darkness staring up at the small patch of light on the ceiling. She had been trying to sleep for some time now, but sleep just wouldn’t come to her. She was frustrated, tired and above all, horny as hell. Why couldn’t he understand? It seemed so simple to her, but he just didn’t seem to get it.

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