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I was going on a fishing trip into Old Mexico - a trip I'd dreamt of and planned for years, because at first I couldn't afford it and then because I could never find the time. The last thing I needed was a handful of trouble in the form of my neighbor, Cassie's, daughter. When Jessie was a lot younger, I was sort of her adopted Dad, because her real one just left in the middle of the night - a school teacher that ran away with one of his students.

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I'd been away with Lauren before, and we always seemed to have shared this mutual interest for each other. But since neither of us had ever really experienced a same sex relationship, the mood just seemed to remain sexually charged but reserved. This weekend would be a little different, however. Usually a few of us attend the annual pharmacy conference and share a hotel room.

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NIGHT OF THE PARTY Steve felt Randi's legs tighten around his waist as he slowly pounded his long, hard shaft into her wet tunnel. At nearly twice his age, Steve was amazed at the stamina she showed in bed. A petite mother of two, with long blonde hair and stunning blue eyes set above sharp cheekbones, Randi was in tremendous shape with a slim waist and slender legs, her breasts, while small, were still pert and firm.

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You are sitting at home on Halloween, debating whether to go to a party that a friend of a friend is hosting. You want to party, but small chat isn't what you are hoping for tonight. You keep scanning the Lit forums, searching for a new post and more stimulation. You read some more stories, as you lightly stroke your hard on. You are alone, so are not afraid to get caught and you pull off your pants as you tease your balls and your cock. The images of the strap on sex dance before your eyes.

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It was quiet time at the hospice. The old man was sitting all by himself, wondering if he would still be alive tomorrow. He wasn't worried, just wondering. He presumed he was alone because he couldn't see. His eyesight had completely given out a couple days earlier. Only one ear still worked. He might have been able to walk, but he couldn't see where he was going and didn't care. Doctors could have patched him enough to keep him breathing, but he refused to return to the hospital again, and left orders he was not to be given any extraordinary treatment to extend his life, not even resuscitated.

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"I still don't know why you don't just have a sewing bee or something," Jack said, as he dug the folding card table out of the back of the storage space. "Oh, my God. You sound like a Neanderthal. We don't plan on smoking fat cigars or anything. We just decided to get together for poker, that's all." Lisa shrugged and gave him a little grin.

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Her throat was burning and she found it hard to breathe. Her knees were aching from supporting her entire weight for too long on the cold tile floor. These pains were tolerable, minor even, compared to the humiliation that she had just experienced and even more painful still was knowing that she was about to endure an ever greater embarrassment.

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Adam had just turned eighteen and was infatuated with his best friend's mom. For the last year, while all his high school friends had been comparing notes on the girls in their different classes, Adam had said nothing and fantasized about Mrs. Ford. This wasn't surprising as Lauren Ford was a beautiful woman. She was not very tall, about five feet five, with long blonde hair that she often wore in a pony tail. Adam thought she was incredibly sexy.

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I walked into my friend James' house with a huge grin on my face and a videotape in my hand. "Wait, " I said, "until you see the home movie that Angela and I made last night." Without further ado we moved into the back room and sat down on the couch in front of the TV. It was late afternoon and still light outside, so James had to draw the curtains to keep the glare off the TV.

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If there's one thing I like being a girl, through all the things I don't like, it's the luck we have hitchhiking. And by being quite pretty, I must admit, my chances are even greater. I confess that I sometimes use my curves to increase my luck: when I decide to wear only my white tank top and an old pair of cut-offs, like today, I really make an impression.

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