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My wife's 30th birthday was approaching and in recent months our sex life had gone off the boil – she seeming more interested in the kids and me in my work. In an attempt to spice things up a bit I decided to buy her some sexy underwear for her birthday and I set off one day with her measurements (including her 36D bra size!) to a small lingerie boutique I had spotted close to where I work.

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Mark decided that it was better late than never. He got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. Kristin was already up and had the coffee on. The warm, delicious aroma scented the entire room. He sat down at the table and reached for the paper. He opened it but was not interested in reading it. His mission this week was to watch Kristin, look for signs.

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CHAPTER 1 Driving a little too fast Nina Black spotted the radar trap up ahead. Too late. She slowed her pickup to within the speed limit. The cop got out of his car. Oh shoot. Another nail in her hide from her mom? The cop tipped his hat back as he reached her open window and said, "Hi Nina.' "Hi Jerry," she said in surprise. "How are Cindy and baby?"

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I had just graduated from high school, and I was expecting a lavish graduation present from my grandpa. I definitely would’ve taken my sister’s gift, an all-expenses paid trip to Europe. Instead, my grandpa announced that he was sending me on a tour of South America. He said that I needed to see other part of the world and experience new cultures. It consisted of a hike through the rainforests of Ecuador, then the Galapagos, then a long stay in Rio de Janeiro. Unfortunately for my well-being, Grandpa didn’t do enough research into the vacation package. The rainforest adventure was a little too close to the border with Colombia to be safe.

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With my husband out of my life, it was sad yet exciting knowing my youngest son finally had himself a flat of his own. He was happy when his brother was here with us yet lately I could feel an atmosphere whenever he brought his friends around to unwind in the garden and conservatory. Seeing him out one day, he was looking in an estate agents shop window and deciding to go over I noticed him looking at a place I knew would be ideal for him.

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As I strolled down the corridor in the dorm, I caught a glimpse of her walking to the girls' shower room. "How the hell can she take a shower with a candy sucker in her mouth?" I silently fumed. Since the start of sophomore year, I had been butting heads with Ginny. Everything about her irritated me from her sunny disposition to the big "D" cup breasts that resided on her chest.

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The cool autumn air took my breath away when I stepped out of the dorm building for my evening run. I paused for a moment to consider whether I needed another layer of clothes. Second-guessing my running attire has become a habit by mid-October. I decided that I would warm up quickly once I got going. Still, I now wonder whether things would have been different if I wore something less revealing that night.

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I had just made love to my best friend's wife. Okay, that was a bit of a strong statement. Technically, we didn't 'make love' and further, they weren't married. Yet. But I just had the most incredible sexual experience of my life and it was with her. She'd played out a fantasy of mine I'd had for a very long time. She was perfect in the role and when it was all said and done with, I'd sheathed myself in her body and lost myself completely.

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While I listened to the sounds of the shower my wife Karen was taking in the bathroom I lay on the bed playing with myself. I was waiting. Why does Karen take so long coming to bed? She takes her time because she knows I am lying here waiting. Karen is a tease. The thought of the water running over her breasts and streaming down into the dark curls between her legs was making me hard. I kneaded my balls while I rubbed my cock and began to feel relaxed.

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My first memory is of my father yelling, "Get out of my way you worthless piece of shit!" and backhanding me so hard I bounced off of the refrigerator door. I was three years old at the time. That's actually better than my second memory which is when my mother heard this and came running to deflect his attention away from me and ended up with a split lip and multiple bruises for her trouble.

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