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I finally managed to beat you home from work; usually you are home before I am because you go to work at a different time. I have been trying for weeks to beat you home from work because you told me that you would let me have you as my toy for part of a night if I could manage to make it home before you without skipping out of my own work.

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All characters are over the age of 18. Chapter 1 "Sarah-Jane, could you come to the board and solve the equation please? Remember to show your work." Mrs. Stannis, the math teacher at Holy Trinity School for Girls, asked in her quiet voice. The students had talked at length that Mrs.

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I'm not much into the bar scene, especially in Vegas-- too many phonies. Besides, in a bar you can end up spending a lot of money on booze, and not even get any sex. Usually I prefer to go someplace where I know I'm going to get some. But for some reason I decided to go to the local leather bar-- more wannabes than real outlaws-- for their Sunday afternoon beer blast. Hey, five bucks-- it's a cheap drunk.

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I want to tell you my story about something wonderful that once happened to me before I came to live in this place; call it what it is, an old folks home. I will do my best to stay on course but if I skip around some just be patient with me. After the phone call I had to sit down. My legs trembled. I felt perspiration on my upper lip. My armpits became wet and I felt a drop slip down my side. Oh my, I thought, Kenneth, after all these years that I should react as I did. I felt myself flush as memories returned.

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Life has been good. We have raised our three children, all now gone. Each graduated from college, each with a start on their career jobs. I had helped each get a start on a home of their own, either a single family home or townhome to fit their tastes. That left me and the wife alone most of the time. Married 31-years, we are still happy. Older, our bodies showed it.

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The rain was pouring down as Jeff's car pulled up by my building. The water pounded against the roof of the car and slithered down the windows like liquid snakes. People were hurrying past on the street, huddled under umbrellas. I pulled out my keys from my pocket and grabbed my bag which had been resting on the seat next to me. Matt, sitting on the passenger seat, turned around to look at me.

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I'd gotten in from the airport around 4pm and been greeted by an empty house—the message on the machine said my roommate wouldn't be home until the following afternoon. I had just enough time to shower, shave, and throw on some clothes before I hear the knock on the door. As I get to the bottom of the steps, I can smell her perfume. I can always tell when it's her on the other side of the door. For a moment I realize I've forgotten what she looks like, it's been a few months, but the smell is familiar enough.

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I drove home from the bookstore with a smile on my face. Spunky hadn't changed a lick. To Spunky any guy who was getting any, was 'The Man'. He really was all about sex. I felt funny leaving my step mom there in the glory hole room but I figured she was getting just what she wanted. She wanted me to screw her on the side and I was all right with it as long as I didn't hurt my dad. She was in heaven sucking the cocks as they stuck them through the wall so I didn't feel bad about it but just a little weird. In a matter of thirty minutes or so she had gone from my step mom with a hot little body and a daughter whose mouth made grown men cry to this insatiable, sex crazed filly.

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I had made it known to you very early on in our relationship that I needed to be inside you. It is something that is very important to me, something that defines who I am. You were too shy and reluctant to even discuss it, but, fully aware of my needs and desires, our relationship continued. We both enjoyed our intimate explorations of each other.

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Wear trousers, get fucked. A simple equation, but it worked for Emily. Jeans were a possible, as long as they were tight-fitting. Her baggy cords were a probably not, unless he hadn't seen her for a while. But the black trousers were a near-certainty. There was nothing amazingly 'fuck me' about them, they were just plain black, close-fitting polyester trousers, but Emily knew how much they turned Jamie on. If she wore them, and he saw her wearing them, he simply couldn't keep his hands off her.

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