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My hands were trembling as I sipped on my chocolate martini. I was fidgeting with the rim of the glass, running my finger around the lip of the martini glass. I kept glancing down at my watch, anxiously waiting for him to arrive. The surprise I had for him was becoming more than I could handle, as I was itching to have my fun.

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Horny Florida mom has fun with her son A Romantic a' clef: For images to keep in mind while you read this Courtney Cox; or better yet, check out Diane Webber for nude photos The Situation She was old enough to be his mother, but she looked ten years younger. He was old enough to go off to college, but still seemed a youth as he returned home at Christmas time. His mom looked at him and saw her boy. He looked at his mom and saw a beautiful, sexy woman with open arms for him. She greeted him with a hug. He loved the feel of her breasts against his chest as she embraced him. She felt the solid member that rose in his pants as she clasped him tight.

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Helen went out to feed the animals, as much to get out of the stifling cottage that backed up into the hillside as to perform any chore. The ground around was mostly bare dirt, and there was the smell of livestock and staleness. She reached out to pet a goat that had come up to her. They had those strange eyes that unnerved her, but still, she hungered for some kind of contact with a warm living thing that would not rebuke her.

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She's got long, straight blond hair that always smells like coconut, a pair of legs that make up two-thirds of her height, and a round, narrow little ass. She also has an insolent, self-satisfied swagger, a pert, better-than-thou smirk, and a fifty-dollar manicure. I've taught a few like her before, and I know the way it goes. She's seen how I look at her. She's slacked off this whole term. I can tell she thinks she can scam an A out of me by shaking her ass.

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He stopped in the doorway, forearms resting against the edges of the frame as his cool gaze surveyed the crowded, dimly lit room. His faint smirk widened into broad smile as his eyes stopped on her. Across the room, seated on a plush sofa, she had looked up the moment he'd opened the door. She met his eyes with a stubborn frown that only made his smile turn feral. He blinked and she was gone, his view obscured by the crowd.

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I've owned this lingerie shop for years; no one ever shops past eight at night. It is now eight-thirty and, I really need to change the hours of the shop. Tomorrow I will make a new sign showing the altered hours from closing at 10 PM to the new closing time at 8 PM. As I start the motions for closing the shop early I walk around the store picking up things people left behind.

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QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === I arrived at my office the next day to find an envelope on my desk with my name written on it in neat, if rather florid, handwriting. It read "Robert" which was slightly odd because everyone at work calls me Rob.

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I guess I didn't know what I needed to set me free. When it finally came, it wasn't really like being forced, or made to give in to his desires. In fact, the whole night was more like living out a dream; it was strange, a little scary, and always threatening to come apart, exposing itself either as false or worse, as real and inescapable. But, it was the most difficult sexual adventure we've ever taken together, and I think it's what allows our marriage to work, as strange as that sounds.

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I left you a note posted at the door stating: "Strip down naked and meet me in our back room." From the back room, I could hear you laugh as you read it, but I smiled and hoped you would comply. I heard you, first removing your shoes and letting them drop loudly on the floor. The ensuing silence made me think that you might be taunting me, but I let out a sigh as I heard you mumble something about your pants.

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Dan looked up at the big rental van as it pulled in at the house on the next street over. His back yard faced that home's back yard, there was a five foot tall board fence between the two lots. He spent a lot of time out in his own overly large back yard, keeping the grass and decorative plants in close to perfect condition. The other home had been vacant for several months. The sweet old lady that had lived there had passed away, so things there were getting to be on the unkempt side.

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