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Lauren watched her younger brother play basketball with his best friend, Jeremiah. At twenty-one , they were only six years her junior. She had just come home for college, only to find that both her step brother and friend had grown into very attractive young men. Garth was the shorter of the two. But he still towered over her 5'10" height. And Jeremiah actually made her feel like a midget with his 6'7" frame. It was obvious that both men had played basketball in high school. It showed with ease that they handled the ball and chased each other around the court.

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I arrived at my flat at 7-00a.m. on Monday morning, thankful I had finished my final night shift of ten. Four days before I returned to work, I was determined, not a single hour would be wasted. I picked up my mail behind my front door and shuffled through them. A letter from my Solicitor got my immediate attention. After ripping open the envelope, I punched the air the letter contained my decree absolute.

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He'd had several appointments and meetings during the day, but she was supposed to have showered and met him in time to make a dinner reservation. She wasn't in the lobby when he'd arrived, so after several minutes he decided that he ought to find out what was keeping her. As he walked across the lobby, he heard his name called out in a sharp voice and instinctively shifted his arm to make a clear sweep of his jacket and draw of his sidearm possible before he turned to reply.

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Introduction. Rachel was a very attractive 38-year-old, sadly she was recently divorced from her husband of 10 years marriage, fortunately they had not had any children. Therefore, their separation had been reasonably straightforward. Her ex-husband had set her up with a nice size apartment in the centre of town. Rachel was not too sad about what had happened and now just wanted to get on with her life.

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Chapter One – Thinking It Up Angela works as a receptionist at my office. She is a petite little thing weighing just over 100 pounds. She has the cutest little curves I have ever seen with full A-cup breasts and a tight little ass. She is ten years older than I am, but that doesn't stop our flirting. In fact, it may add to it. With her being older than I am, me being married, and her being engaged, our flirting always seemed like harmless fun.

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It all started one night while my wife and I were lying in bed after some fantastic lovemaking. The conversation had come up about her up-coming birthday and I probed to find out what she wanted. Heather, my wife, wasn’t one to speak about her fantasies out loud to me so I started to play “Fishing Expedition” on her. I mentioned jewelry but got no response. I brought up the idea about a new wardrobe for her and she kinda made a funny face.

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My birthday was today. So my wife, Alison, kept bugging me. "What do you want this year, you know, in the bedroom?" You see every year, since we got married, I get a special treat from her. In addition to the regular stuff, I can request something a little kinky. So this year, I decided I'd finally ask her for something I've wanted for a long time. I told her that I wanted to eat her creampie.

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My sister Kate had introduced me to the wonderful world of group sex, one in which my incredible endowments were tested to their limits. I had surpassed all expectations, being able to pleasure five horny teenage beauties several times each in the space of a few hours. My tireless monster cock had unloaded plentiful loads of sweet cream onto their gorgeous bodies.

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"Harry, you can't come and get me." I sighed into the phone, while rubbing a clear patch on the fogging window to look at the near white-out conditions. "You're not listening. I'm on a city bus and it's stuck in the snow. This blizzard is the crown jewel in a winter that's like the start of a new ice age." I waited a minute while my brother ranted. I looked at the posted bus map, following the coloured spaghetti of the routes.

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"And over here is the Exercise Room." The building manager, Kyle Poirer, led me thru the apartment laundry room and gestured me through a door on the far side. It couldn't be called a "gym", but the small room was well-equipped for a good workout. A stationary bicycle, a stair-simulator thing, a rowing machine, and the universal contraption of weights and pulleys. A few exercise mats lay on the carpet. A mirror spanned the west wall.

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