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Yeah, Niki was my girl, and to this day I still don’t understand why. She was as cute as they come. A farmer’s daughter and he sure knew how to grow ’em, if you know what I mean. About 5’ 3’’ short, long straight brown hair, green eyes, cute little nose, and full luscious lips. Tits, oh those beautiful tits, not too big, not too small, you know just right. She was about 10 Lbs. over perfect weight.

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"Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It has been four months since my last confession. I've tried to lead the life I should, but now Father...now I truly fear for my soul." "There's a woman Father. A woman so bright and beautiful the very sun shies away from her. And I have such thoughts of her Father, such lustful thoughts.

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The year was 1994. I was 18 years old and about to graduate high school. The prom was only a week away and I did not have a date. I was an average looking guy. I was 5'10, 190 lbs, short dark hair, and dark eyes with a decent build. I guess my best quality was tucked away in my pants. My dick was nearly ten inches long and very thick. Having had a girlfriend in private school for three years, whom I had just broken up with, word had not really spread throughout school about my goods.

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I have often pondered the manner in which society has changed in its view of sexual relations over my lifetime. It is now quite accepted that older people, for example grandparents, still enjoy sex. It has not always been that way. There is no doubt that Grandparents used to to do it back then, but it was simply not acknowledged. Today of course, one could make a date with a grandparent online and be screwing that evening.

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Ann and I were on the last night of our summer holiday. We decided to go to a classy club offering an adult orientated show for our last night away. Normally Ann would baulk at going to this sort of place, but she seemed to be very relaxed from the holiday and possibly all the good sex had left her a little more receptive and more adventurous. It was quite a sophisticated club so we dressed smartly.

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Susie enjoyed the congratulations of her teammates. She loved being a part of this soccer team. They accepted her for who she was, no questions asked. It was of course, her talent that had led them to accept her at first. But at least they hadn’t judged her because of her looks. Not that that would get her to shower with them. She really disliked the way she looked and desperately wanted it to change.

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"Seriously, Val, you need to get a hobby or something. It can't be good for you spending so much time alone." Valerie looked sideways at her friend and smiled. "I don't mind spending time by myself, you know that." "I know you say you don't mind, but I still think it can't be good for you." Like a spy resisting interrogation, Lucinda would stubbornly repeat her point over and over until the opposing party cracked and subjected themselves to her will. Valerie had known her long enough to realise this and accepted that it was just part of Lucinda's individual charm.

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We live in a well to do neighborhood. The men make a good living and most of the wives don't have to work. We all have small children and five of the wives got together and formed their own day care. It wasn't the money, they just were fearful from what they were hearing on the news. The way it works is that every day a different mom would watch the kids and that would let the other four go shopping or do lunch or what ever it is that women do that don't have to work.

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His Side She was surprised when I walked into the room; she actually jumped a few inches and turned around blushing. I had caught her standing in front of a full length mirror without any clothes. I could see the flush on her face, and the wetness on her fingers told me all that I needed to know. She'd been masturbating!

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Why was my best friend telling me this? God, why couldn't he keep his mouth shut? I sat back against the hood of his car and sipped on a beer. On Javier's front lawn was a grill and flames were shooting up from the charcoal we'd just lit. We were both nineteen. I don't remember how the topic got started, but the sentence I've committed to memory was:

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