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"Are you ok?" Erin looked up in the bathroom mirror, one hand still wiping water from the back of her neck. Kailin met her eyes in the glass, her full lips quirking to the left. Must have followed me in, Erin thought, and ducked her head, embarrassed.

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You and your boyfriend, Todd, had had this conversation before. You had always been a little curious about what it would be like to be with a woman, and Todd was very happy to listen to you fantasize about that. "What if we made your fantasy come true?" Todd whispered in your ear as he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

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During the long wait for his wife to die Freddie Short thought about life after Shelia's death. He'd miss having her beside him in bed, for sure, but what about during the day when she'd chatter on much about nothing and pester him to take her somewhere? He'd REALLY miss that. Freddie tried not to think about missing the sex. Being washed up aged fifty-nine was a little early but like death that was something to accept, not matter how hard it felt.

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I am Anna, a 24-year-old suburban librarian. I have blue eyes and one of those innocent faces, with an easy smile. My hair is long and red; I usually curl and then pile it up for a professional look at work. The rest of the time I love to feel it on my back and shoulders. I have to dress conservatively for the job, low heels naturally, with a skirt and silk blouse -- nothing too showy.

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Kathryn had been intrigued when she read the ad, excited when she contacted the couple who had placed it. But now, as she stood in front of the unfamiliar house, she felt a tinge of panic. "What have I gotten myself into?" she asked herself. With her arm stretched tentatively toward the doorbell, she thought this was her last chance to change her mind, to return to her boring but oh so safe life.

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Anne, I am ready for Mrs. Abbott now if you please." I really love my job for the most part. I am responsible for the selection committee for graduate studies at a large Mid-western public university. Admissions is highly competitive, but this was a first for me. We have the phenomenon of "helicopter parents." But that usually ends in the second year of college when the student asserts some individuality.

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I was home again. I had to wait two years to drive around my both loved and hated adopted hometown. There were so many things to do, places to go, old friends to see, memories to reclaim. A whole week flew by before I managed to see Linda.

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My best friend Nick had gotten me a job with him working at a local, Mom and Pop Grocery store. It was small, but then again, so was the town. One of those places with a population that hadn't as yet reached a thousand, though there was hope of that happening sometime during the year. I had just turned 18, and didn't as yet own my own car. Which was one of the reasons I had taken on a near full-time job while still attending school.

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I found her cum stained panties in the dirty laundry. They were still wet and gooey, and that could only mean one thing. My wife had fucked my younger brother. They were at the store buying supplies for the weekend and had just returned. She must have ditched the panties in the hamper when she went to pee.

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I closed the door quietly behind me as I entered the house, feeling a little guilty and figuring Linda would be pissed I was so late for dinner. After an afternoon of golf, my buddies and I had stopped at a bar, and it was almost eight by the time I'd pulled into the driveway. Linda wasn't anywhere downstairs, and in the kitchen I saw no evidence that a dinner had been prepared. Hearing laughter from upstairs, I climbed the stairs and turned toward our bedroom.

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