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Tricia moaned some beneath her husband as his cock hammered away at her. After a few more minutes Ed grunted and shot his cum deep within her pussy. He rolled off of her and sighed, echoing his wife’s feelings of dissatisfaction. Ed and Tricia were both in their late thirties and had been married for close to ten years. They had met in college and dated for a few years before taking the plunge together. And at first, they were totally satisfied with each other.

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Thirty year old Sean Tyrell was accounts manger for Turner Electronics. With a workforce of over five hundred, it was easily the biggest employer in the small North Yorkshire town of Briarsfield. His Secretary was nineteen year old Sarah Stanton. She had joined the firm only six months previously straight from college. She was a beautiful young woman, slim, good looking and well mannered. She was also efficient and Sean appreciated that.

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"Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME," Jackie screamed, as she thrust her hips hard upward, into Michael's descending pelvis. It was some combination between ecstasy and agony that drove her to this new heightened level of aggression. This man was moving in and out of her, charging into her inner-most depths. He was stretching her to capacity, ravaging her to her very soul.

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The bustle of life on the college campus always peaked just after finals. Students who had spent their last couple of weeks locked away in their dorm rooms or the library and stuffing all the knowledge of a semester into their heads at once finally emerged to face the sunlight and celebrate another successful term.

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I've wanted to do this for a long time but before I get into it, just a bit of background first. Whenever I sleep over my boyfriend's house, I usually wake up first. You know, I'm just never as comfortable and relaxed as when I'm in my own bed. Anyway, no matter whether we had a night of really good sex or even none at all, he's always got a hard on in the morning.

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Ramsay closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and unzipped her jacket. Her mother would have never let her leave the apartment had she seen how her daughter was dressed. The snug, low-cut camisole didn't quite conceal her lacy black bra; the hem of her plaid skirt fell several inches above her knees. Her black patent stilettos were decidedly of the "fuck me" variety. Ramsay peered down at her ample cleavage, watched it rise and fall as she struggled to catch her breath.

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She lay, elbow on the bed, head propped on her hand looking down at him. It was impossible, and yet it had happened. Here was the living proof lying beside her and the sperm she could feel in her vagina and the bed redolent of their coupling. He was asleep now and she reached out and touched his light brown hair as if to reassure herself that he really was there. Then she touched his penis, still warm, wet and sticky with their mingled fluids.

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The alarm brought me awake with a jolt. I wasn't ready to be waken up yet and it showed with my reluctance to get out of bed. I lied there and listened to the radio as I contemplated getting out of bed. My thoughts drifted towards my life here in a new town. Since coming to South East Xavier High School, school days have been one adventure after another. Although it is still a chore to get up every morning and drag myself to school, once getting there, it isn't so bad.

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Chapter 1 I hadn't set out to do it. I had never thought about it or planned such a thing. It just wasn't me, it was not my thing, well it had never been until then. Something must have changed, but was it with me, was it circumstances or what?

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Marcie gave a grin at the tousled-haired, platinum blond who rubbed at sky-blue eyes that normally held at least some vague sparkle, but that presently simply reflected bone-weariness. "I hate nights," came from behind hands which hid a face of delicate bone-structure and beauty most women would be envy. "I know, Layton, but you'll get in the swing of sleep by day soon." She allowed sympathy to colour her voice.

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