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A couple of years ago, I took my wife and our two youngsters on a camping holiday to France. There we met up with a family who we’d met the year previously on a similar holiday and had booked to be at the same campsite together. The parents were older than my wife and I and had three kids, Rob 11, Emma 13 and Laura who had just turned 18.

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This story has been buried deep inside of me for a long time. I remember all of it very well, almost like it was last week. I've reminisced and re-lived it all many times over the years. Much of it is quite fun to remember. Some of it is bittersweet. Some of it is painful still. When I was out of college and in my early twenties I got a job selling radio advertising in a suburban/rural area, and although new to the region, I became successful in a fairly short time.

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When we were first dating, my wife and I experimented with sex somewhat. We ran through some positions and then she straddled me once, facing away and had me spread my legs. She slipped a finger into my anus and found my prostate. I knew exactly where my prostate was because I used to soap up a finger and finger fuck myself in the shower.

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I didn't think I had fallen asleep, but I guess I had, because he woke me up. His hand gently lighted on my shoulder, the warmth of him reminding me that my skin was chilled. "Mmmmmmm that feels nice" I murmur. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." "Its ok, I was barely asleep."

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I first met Nicky at a pub we had both visited to watch a live band. The band rocked out and was on good form, but she caught my attention really quickly. Sitting on the other side of the room, she stood out straight away - she was the only one in the room with auburn hair, and I have a bit of a thing for red heads. Her hair was all the more striking by the way it contrasted with her pale white skin.

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"Mom, you better stop sucking now. I'm almost there and I don't think it would be right to come in your mouth." "I really don't mind, dear. I like the taste of come, and it would be interesting to compare yours to your father's." "I wouldn't feel right about it, Mom. Maybe you could finish me off with your hand." "I have a better idea. How about a nice tit job. Your father begged for them."

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I was sitting on the patio one afternoon in June. The sun was bright and hot. I had positioned the lounge chair so that I would be in full sun, and the small table beside it was in the shade. It was quiet, as only an Arizona desert can be. Oh, in the distance there were highway noises, but the place was far enough from town that the traffic was mostly local and light. I sipped the cold drink, enjoying the drops of condensation that fell to my bare chest and mingled with the rivulets of sweat running through the thick hair.

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You and I take a trip to St Petersburg. It is fall there, the summer nearly over. The air is cool with a crisp "snap" to it. We spent all day wandering around the Hermitage. I am suffering from museum overload, so tonight we plan to have a good dinner, relax and soak up some of the atmosphere in Pietari's.

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One moment, one lapse in concentration, and it was all over. It was my fault. She had just stepped off the kerb and I called out "See this evening." She turned, smiled; there was a screech of tyres as a bus pulling in to stop hit her. The love of my life was dead. I met Clare when I was tutoring in English literature and she a student. I don't know if there is such a thing as love a first sight but it seemed like to me. Six months after first meeting her we were married; she was eighteen and I twenty four.

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You have this look on your face of intense concentration as you lock the door to the apartment, like a man on a very serious mission. This makes me giggle because I know what we're about to do, and knowing our dirty little secret makes me giddy. You catch my eye: "What are you giggling about?"

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