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It had only been a few weeks since Marcus had claimed ownership over Winnie's tight Asian pussy, but it felt like just yesterday that she had become this sex crazed nympho. The things that she would do for this man's beautiful black cock were once unimaginable. And the things she wore out with him in public would make a stripper scream out, "Put some clothes on".

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Well, the woman in the mirror certainly looks too young to be attending the wedding of her son this weekend and truthfully, thirty-seven really is far too young to have a twenty year old. Come to think of it, twenty was far too young to be getting married. But then, you were married younger.

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Steve was so fucking horny. His cousin Alan was getting married in a week and his bachelor party had been an extravaganza of booze, blue movies and 'exotic dancers'. Unfortunately all of the strippers were too struck up to accept his offers to make a little extra money by going home with him. He just didn't know what the fuck he was going to do.

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“I can be there in about 5 minutes to drop off the fundraising stuff. I’m in the neighborhood so it won’t be a problem at all.” Crissy told her friend as she hung up the phone. The drive over was fairly quick, but when she got there, there were no cars in the driveway. “Well that’s odd” she thought. Not wanting to have wasted the trip over or leave the money by the front door she went around back and found the back door unlocked.

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CHAPTER 1 -- Wednesday, Arrivals While this is a stand-alone story, the characters are the same as in Diamond Gals and you might want to read it first to familiarize yourself with the characters. I can't believe the big day is almost here, my darling daughter Chrisy is getting married in three days. Other than writing out checks, I was not involved in any of the planning. All I really knew was that Angela was her Maid of Honor and Athena was a Bridesmaid and that was only because they accompanied Chrisy and me to New York to pick out her wedding gown.

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My name is Dr. Matthew Dorhring. Samantha's father and I met almost 25 years ago while working as teaching assistants at the same institution where I am now a tenured professor. A few years ago, I took a sabbatical from the university during which I traveled and lived in different parts of the world and had missed seeing Samantha develop from child to adolescent. It wasn't until just before Samantha's high school graduation that I moved back to the states, and for the first time saw how beautifully she had grown and transitioned from a gangly adolescent into a nubile, sexy young woman, eager for life and new experiences.

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There is a framed, color photograph resting on one of the built-in shelves in the living room of my 5th floor apartment. Everyone who visits me here in downtown Baltimore pauses to pick it up and look. There are nine bare-chested guys in the photo, all in their late teens or early 20s, standing beside each other, outstretched arms over arms, on a bright sunny beach, their backs to the Atlantic surf. They are all thick, hard-muscled and deeply tanned. And all wearing identical fire-engine red swim trunks with the words "Kill Devil Hills Lifeguard Service" emblazoned on the right leg.

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Friday, as you leave to take the kids to school and feed the horse, you direct me to be "ready". Further you said "ready" meant naked, with the 3 point clips attached to the nipples and clit, the new cuffs on the ankles and wrists, a handful of wooden clothes pins, the zipper tape and the blindfold in place. I glared at you, amazed by your directions as you went out the door.

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We were lying on the bed, exhausted, covered from head to toe in sweat, my warmth oozing from you as we kissed. My tongue explored your lips just as my hands explored your naked flesh, your chest rising heavily up and down from the exertion moments before. But it was just the beginning. "We need a shower," you said, your voice thick and your smile wide.

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Karen took one last look in the mirror before deciding she was ready to go. Wearing her black wraparound skirt and red silk blouse, she felt as confident about her looks as she could be. It felt good to dress a little bit more daring than she could at work. She chuckled to herself imaging her co-workers' opinions if they could see her look this way. Glancing down as she went through the hotel room towards the front door, it seemed the silk molded itself to her tits.

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