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"My name is Nario. You are Mr. Armstead?" "Yes. I was expecting my uncle." "He could not come. I am his boy." Yes, I'll just bet you are, I thought. But then he clarified, if not enough to make a difference to me. "I am his houseboy. Welcome to Naples, Mr. Armstead." "Call me Harry, Please. Is it far from here to Positano?"

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Julia and I had been together for a few years. Besides being intimate with each other, we were also best friends. We had tried all the usual sexual stuff - missionary, her on top, riding her from the back, oral, and so on. We also had fantasised about other things, threesomes, and gang bangs, but never quite mustered up the courage to take these things through beyond some play acting with each other.

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Have you ever had the feeling that someone was watching you? I don't mean from across a crowded room. I mean someone watching everything you do. It doesn't matter if you are in a store, or alone in your bedroom, you just get this feeling that you can't describe, you just know, there's someone watching your every move. At first, you throw it off as paranoia. But then, slowly, you begin to realize that it's true. Someone knows who you are, knows your every move, and is always watching.

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I think it's probably safe to say that most people have at least two distinct sexual memories; losing their virginity, and the best sex they ever experience. For a variety of reasons, the two events are usually distinct and separate. Most people recall losing their virginity with fondness for obvious reasons, but will admit the awkwardness of the first time encounter, based usually on the lack of experience on the part of one or both participants.

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There's nothing worse than two divorced guys sitting around watching television on a Saturday night. Lamar lost everything when his wife took everything he owned. All he had left after he got home from work that day was the car and the clothes he had on his back. I wasn't much better off. The only difference seemed to be in the bills that were left behind. In this department, I was the ultimate loser. Still I managed to get a tiny apartment behind an old house on the outskirts of town. When I found out Lamar's troubles, we decided to chip in together.

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Dee is a married woman, and a mother. She is 40 years old. Steve is her voyeur husband, who is 39, and they share a wonderful marriage. They also like to play. If you don't like thi idea or sound of this, then for goodness sake, don't read on! However, if you do, and you enjoy all the Marriedpervs stories, then enjoy, and oh yeah, let us know what you think ok?

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Claudia sat on the edge of her lawn recline chair, rubbing suntan lotion over her bare, 36-B breasts. Her nipples became erect as she softly caressed them in the process. Once finished, she sat the bottle of lotion on the ground next to her yellow bikini top, and then pulled her blonde hair back and secured it into a ponytail before picking up her wide-brimmed baseball cap off the ground and putting it on her head. Then she grabbed her dark-black sunglasses and put them on before laying back on the chair to soak up the sun.

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Hi, my name is Laura, and my husbands name is Don, he is forty and I'm thirty-eight. We were living fairly comfortably until I was laid off from a dot.com company and then Don's company was bought up by another company, and if he wanted to keep his job, he had to take a demotion, which meant a cut in pay.

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Ramona got out of the shower and dried herself off, wrapping the towel securely around her curves... just yesterday she'd run into her father's friend Victor after her shower and she'd been so startled that she'd jumped and the towel had fallen to the floor. Although it now gave her a rush of excitement when she saw Victor - even though he was almost twenty-five years older than her 20 years and was very attractive - she didn't want to repeat the experiment. Especially because today her dad was home since it was the weekend.

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The two caretakers stood, resting under the shade of a beautiful oak tree. The cemetery was completely empty, save for them, and one lone visitor who came most every day. "There he is again," the younger of the two said. "Yeah. That was his best friend you know. They played the game back in thirty-eight," the older one replied.

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