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Both ladies are over 18--Neither is abnormally endowed. X==X I was 28 years old and a divorcee. Over the years I had had some form of sex or another with about ten men and two women. The first of the lesbian encounters had been my college roommate my first encounter with my second partner had included my partner's husband. Later we met often and alone.

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First, let me start by laying down a little bit of my background. My name is Joe. I am 6’3”, 220 lbs, brown hair and blue eyes. I am married and consider myself straight. I have had a few homosexual experiences in the past, but they were with my best friend who is a long distance truck driver. My previous gay experiences were monogamous with my friend and are still completely secret.

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I live in a very respectable street. The inhabitants, if they are male, tend to be accountants, middle managers, draughtsmen and things like that. If they are female they either do not go to work at all, or they are receptionists for doctors, dentists or they work in such highly regarded places as pharmacies. They have the appropriate number of children and in some cases grandchildren. Their houses are neat with well cared for gardens and Ford or GM vehicles residing in tidy garages.

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Bradley slammed the door to her room and leaned back against it, gasping for air. Shit, shit, shit. She held out her hands -- they were shaking. She couldn't believe she'd just had a screaming match with her employer. For the past two months she and Parker MacKenzie had coexisted peacefully in the large, empty house. She cleaned and looked after the grounds, and he spent all his time in his office working.

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Linda had been pestering him for months to make an appointment to demonstrate the software. She insisted it was state of the art...Something his organization couldn't do without. He hated sales pitches and avoided them at all costs, but she would not let up and he finally relented. Actually, they knew each other quite well. Over the past five years, his organization had spent thousands and thousands of dollars on her organization's products. He was a good customer and she knew it. She was an effective sales rep and he knew it, and he trusted her not to steer him wrong.

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Kaye had always been the kind of girl who was eager to impress her friends. At 15, she hadn't cared that she was a bit too chunky until she overheard a friend of hers (a high school senior no less) refer to her as having a tank ass; she started to exercise. At 18, another friend had said she wouldn't have the guts to go into a local sex shop and come out with something--that was how Kaye had ended up with her lovely vibrator. And now, as a tall, fit 21-year-old, she had said something in front of her college roommate April and was regretting it.

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It was a typical Friday night in Nashville. I had already been to three clubs and it was getting pretty late. Glancing at my watch, I saw it was only about half an hour until last call. So far I hadn't run into anything or anyone that really looked promising. I was beginning to think I was going to end up going back to my motel room alone. What a depressing thought! I had my taste buds all primed for some good pussy.

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I wish I were able to do this for You today. Hopefully this will give You some relief. I recited my ritual per Your command and so enjoyed the orgasm You allowed. Thank You, Master, so very deeply. This is fairly unedited, so if something isn't communicated properly, please let me know?

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Interning as a camp counselor was a terrific summer job to help finish her psych degree. It was a welcome break before her final year and completing her masters. Ingrid was hoping to discover a direction for her thesis for the coming fall from the experience. Starry Sky Ranch was a girls' camp in the Rockies about an hour from a town of any size, very isolated. She had gotten lost twice picking her way through the dirt roads trying to follow the very rough map that had been sent to her.

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The Tuesday started like hundreds of others at the art centre where I worked as a model. I breezed in through the main door, walked down the corridor and into the office. "Good morning all," I greeted the office staff. "G'morning they returned." I turned and was about to leave when the Secretary called out, "Oh, Sophie. Just a minute."

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