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Friday. Part 1. She walked across the rear deck of the ferry, the wind was blowing into her face but warm and refreshing after the long day at work. Now she could relax and unwind as she headed across the sound towards home. The sea and the weekend stretched out before her and she knew she had no plans for the weekend and was looking forward to it, and as she pondered on the non plans she had she smiled to herself.

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While waiting until it was time to pick up my son at school, I grabbed my laptop and got on the Web. When I checked my e-mail, I came across an unsolicited message from an adult site. I clicked on for the sake of curiosity. Then all these other sites kept popping up with pictures of men and women fucking and women and women fucking.

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Roxanne, or Roxy, as dubbed by her friends, stood on the side of the road watching as yet another car sped past her. Her normally straight and dark hair hung in beautiful waves down her neck as the light misting in the air played with her ponytail. She held out her thumb for each car as it drove past, but hadn't had much luck yet. She couldn't believe her situation; stuck in the middle of nowhere, and in the rain.

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When I first came to terms with the fact I was attracted to women, I did the typical thing. Internet porn was in its infancy, but I was a teenager with nothing but time to learn. I bought magazines as well, flipped through the bare, enhanced, airbrushed breasts and landing strip pussies, and never really got that thrill. I knew I liked women, but these... mutants barely registered on that scale. "Feather your hair, open your eyes as wide as possible, smile wide. Wider. Okay, now, pretend like you're playing baseball and you forgot your uniform pants. Perfect!"

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Browsing around the adult store, I looked at everything as though I hadn't seen it all for the hundredth time. This was my favorite pastime whenever I was in the city and early for an appointment. I loved all the different sized dildos with their dazzling colors and features. I picked one up and felt it, running my hand up and down the thick, veined trunk and feeling instantly excited.

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My sister-in-law was visiting Tim and I for two weeks. Jean is a truly gorgeous woman. I've always been in awe of her. She is one of those multitalented people who seems to do everything with verve, flair, and in her case - talent, in everything she sets her mind to. She's an ex model who has her own modeling school. She paints beautifully, is a talented musician, and ex ball room dancing teacher.

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Few things are as beautiful as the sight of you lying there on the bed, all naked, waiting for me . . . it is so exciting. I carress your body while you let your hand run up and down my hard penis, preparing it for your wet mound. . . . I give you a warm kiss, and let my erection touch your thigh . . . will you open your thighs for me, allow me in? I know you will, I think you want it as much as I do. Yes. . . .

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Joanne was in a state of total arousal. Of course, she would never let Betty know this. But she'd come to look forward to Betty's regular reports on her torrid fuck sessions with Bill with enormous anticipation. As Betty recounted the events of her last tryst with Bill, Joanne's mind wandered. Images of him swam in her head. Those images were clipped from afternoons he'd spent at her pool with Sarah, her daughter. Evenings he'd stayed for dinner. And then there were the memories of Sarah's moans and cries as Bill fucked her senseless in her bedroom. The bedroom next to Joanne's.

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It was the long holiday between school and University. Guy and Billy had come back from back-packing round Europe together, and were now completely broke. They had bumped into Gemma and some of her friends in a pub in town, and over a few cocktails (for which they had to scrounge some of the money), discussed their various experiences since leaving school, and what they were planning to do next.

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Ashley's mother got married again for the sixth time and she now had a stranger named Blake in her house. Her mother was 44 years old and throughout her life, she constantly changed the men that she had like changing the clothes on her back. There were numerous men in her mother's life and Ashley herself had no idea who her father was. She met her stepfather one morning when she woke up and found the man in the kitchen drinking coffee.

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