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We had arrived in my husband's home town. It was really a small village with a main street that looks like it came right out of a painting. The town was decorated for Christmas; all the lamp poles had colored lights running up and down them. A fresh carpet of snow blanketed the town; this place could really get you in the Christmas mood.

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This is the sequel to 'I'll just borrow Matt, sweetheart. Pure fantasy, so you don't need to tell me it's unlikely! Anne sat for a while after Matt left, with a smile on her face, remembering the taste of him in her mouth, the feel of his lips at her pussy as he ate her to climax, of the sensation of his rock-hard prick as he took her from behind, taking her over the top to another climax. After four years without any sex after her husband's untimely death, Matt's teenaged virility had certainly reminded her of the pleasures to be found.

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“Action!” I shout. Looking at the monitors, I see my husband, Dick Philips, in a 69 position with Cheyenne, a major porn star, licking her pussy while she’s giving him a blowjob. I have three cameras trained on the action, from left to right, camera 1 - a close-up on Cheyenne’s mouth sucking cock, camera 2 - a wide shot, and camera 3 - a close-up on Dick slurping pussy.

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Coitus interuptus has long been my favourite method of birth control - even when I’m on the pill. Having a guy pull out suddenly and then come over my belly is enough to bring me to orgasm. Especially if he groans a lot and falls forward onto me, squishing the cream between us. And doing it doggie style is definitely my favourite.

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I looked down at the text and my cock began to stir... My girlfriend Michele was my first college crush. One look at her and I was a goner. She was a petite, little thing, cute as a button, with long blonde hair and small, perky breasts with nipples that stood up firm to the touch. Her penetrating brown eyes looked right into your soul.

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I walked up the steps, glad to be out of the train station. A hot, humid train mixed with a large crowd is not exactly "the perfect atmosphere". I hate the subway. Men and even women took the opportunity to ogle you and even get a passing touch as they passed you to exit the train car.

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It might have been the eleventeenth of Octembruary for old Jack. At 76 he sat in his living room looking out through the panoramic window for his carer, a younger woman of 32 who would soon be there to ensure that he was washed and properly dressed. What was it she had said, something about it being a special day today? He had no idea, one day being no different from the next or last. She had been coming to see to him for more than four years now and he always welcomed her.

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Tyrone Smith was home alone. Chilling in his room and watching TV was his idea of a relaxing evening, after all the stress of working and going to college. But being home for few weeks was a good break and now that he had the place to himself this evening, he could do whatever he wanted. And what he wanted was just some peace and quiet.

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The first time I ever performed analingus, I was already past my teens and unbelievably horny and eager to do it. The few girls I had been with before were all fairly young and inexperienced, eager to go down on me right away, then jump on top before I could even move. Don't get me wrong, I like a good blowjob from time to time, but I much prefer going down on women, and I get off from giving them pleasure. Most girls, in my admittedly limited experience at that point, enjoyed receiving cunnilingus from me, but it never felt right to push things further and get a little more kinky.

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The message light was blinking on his answering machine as he walked through the door. Another twelve hour shift at the plant had left him mentally drained, but there was still plenty of spring in his step. Besides, he had the whole next week off to enjoy life and mentally recharge. He was looking forward to getting outside and pushing his body to limit instead of his mind.

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