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I hear the hiss and screech of another train arriving at the platform down below the main level of Alewife station, the end of the Red Line. A metallic smell rises up the stairs on the gust of hot air displaced by its arrival. The doors open with a whoosh, and the clamor of passengers starts up the stairs and the escalator. My stomach clenches as the first faces come into view and the travelers file toward the turnstiles. The Saturday afternoon herd is thin, so it's easy to dismiss the men who come up from the platform: not alone, too short, dark hair, headed straight for the door.... The process of elimination continues until it's clear to me that that was not your train.

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That day was crazy. I was on a two-week vacation, a road trip from San Marcos Texas to Jacksonville Florida. I was on my third day into the trip, and was taking my time enjoying the sights. I had decided to rest and take a break, so I stopped at a Motel Six in Georgia. Into the second night of my stay, while on my way back to my room from a wonderful dinner I noticed a party going on in the hotel I was staying at. The party was taking place just outside my room and as I made my way through the crowd that consisted mostly of young women, I was stopped by two of them who invited me to join in.

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It had been three months since the last semen reward I received from that beautiful 27 year old cock. My wife had seen the lust in my eyes for the cock and knew this would become a staple to my diet. That's how I ended up here...on my knees with a cock in each hand.

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About me (for those who don't know me) My name is Catriona. You may have read about me on this site before. I'm a successful businesswoman, in my thirties, and my professional career could keep me fully occupied, if I allowed it to. Because of my inordinately high sex drive, however, I choose to place strict limits on the amount of time that I spend on work and related matters.

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I was smiling as I looked down at this beautiful thirty five year old creamy smooth ass. I was enjoying this nice tight pussy doggie style. Watching my cock going in and out of it was very exciting. This was my first older lady and it was great. Not bad for an eighteen year old guy. Besides Mrs. Black was one of the most beautiful ladies in our town.

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I vacationed in a small fishing village on the gulf coast of Mexico a few times a year, back in my younger days. I was introduced to the place by a friend of mine and I won't say what village or exactly where because I don't want a flood of tourists there. That place was fifty years in the past or so it seems. Life was slow and having fun was as much of a way of life as making a living.

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Editor's Note: story contains nonconsentual sex. * The only time that wrestling comes to our small city and my best buddy Kerry can't make it, I called around trying to find someone else who wanted to go. Coming up empty with every call, I sat on the couch with my other two buddies' Bobby and Mike.

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Sometimes Friday nights suck. It was a little after 9:30pm and I was stuck at home. No date. No party. No friends. Just my CD player, a book and me. All of us were sprawled on my bed on top of the pink silky spread. My dark blonde hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail. I've been told I look somewhat like Elizabeth Shue, only with a fuller figure. I had my sleep clothes on, a gray designer label half shirt that just barely covered my boobs, and a pair of powder blue baggy boxer shorts, also designer label.

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Sophie and Kate were always just... my friends. I had known them since my early teenage days and so I had never really had a lustful drive towards them. While with so many other girls, sex had been on the agenda pretty early and I was open about my life to them, Sophie and Kate seemed to never invoke those conversations.

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Synopsis; 'Plain Janes' are not always as they seem – some have been tutored by relatives who lurk in the background, waiting to receive those caught in a contrived web. Jane Whistler's appearance was that of a well groomed, prim and clean living girl. At 30, she appeared to have been left on the shelf. She rarely socialised, other than to indulge her workmates on rare occasions – she was rarely asked to dance by the males as she was considered to be flat, a bit fat- not like the beanpole women that the 'blokes' seemed to lust after-and very plain.

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