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I had a bit of vacation time that the rest of the family couldn't join me, and our old friends from our hometown, Lori and George, invited me to come out and stay with them. They're a little bit younger than us and have no children. They're both tall, slim and good looking. George is taller than me, blonde and good looking. Lori has the face of a model, is about 5'6, with short dark hair and small breasts that seem to be as firm as when I first met her 20 years ago.

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"Have you guys seen Ms. Evans?" "Yeah, she looks even hotter. I mean, man, she was hot before, but NOW ... FUCK, what a MILF!" Another student ran up to join his two friends. "What are you guys talking about?" The Cindy-haired youth wanted to know. "Ms. Evans." "Oh yeah, although I heard she's divorced now and she's gone back to being Ms. Silvers."

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When I was at college my younger sister grew through her teens, and those friends of hers I remembered from childhood as daft little girls turned into some attractive young women. On my times back home between terms I'd find some hot young chick or other in my parents' kitchen keen to see their friend's brother again and shoot the breeze with an 'older man'. Amongst, Amy - my sister's - gaggle of friends there had always been 'the twins'. Mainly Caroline, one of an 'identical' twosome.

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Sinking into the leather seat in business class, I stretch my legs and think about old friendships as I wing my way to Seattle. Certainly one of my favorite cities, I enjoy several business trips to Seattle each year. Beginning to relax, I don my headset and look to my iPod to decide on a podcast to settle into for the remainder of the trip. My thoughts shift to Isabelle, a good friend from high school then college, and the times we shared. Though never truly a romantic relationship, we had a very close friendship that produced palpable sexual tension at times.

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It is a beautiful Friday night. The skies crackle and flash with lightening. There is a distant rumble of lightening. I am content. The meetings of the day had gone well. My presentation went extremely well. But best of all, I am heading to my hotel where you are waiting. My divine goddess is waiting for me. The anticipation is more than enough to put a smile on my face.

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Jen's tight little ass was fully on display. My friend Tom reached for the thermometer as I gently rubbed a little oil around the rim of her asshole. I had Jen's beautiful body across my lap with her cute little butt pointing up in the air. Jen looked slightly over her shoulder as Tom gently placed the tip of the plastic thermometer at the entrance to her asshole. The rim of Jen's ass contracted a little in anticipation. Tom playfully started to tease the rim of her ass with the thermometer, pushing slightly in then out.

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She was the first thing I saw when I looked outside the kitchen window of our newly acquired house in the small Yorkshire village, and I was smitten the moment I glimpsed the saucy twintails in her red hair, the big eyes that appeared to look at the world with utter astonishment and the lithe form of her cute body, pale skin painted with delicious freckles and barely covered by the lime-green bikini. 'Blessed be the weather gods for allowing me this sight,' I thought to myself, quite aware how rare real summer days were in this part of the world.

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Jen and I had experienced an incredible sensual relationship, but after five years together the pressures of graduate student life in a large southern university had taken their toll. We both longed to bring back the passion we had previously enjoyed, but neither of us knew exactly what would work. Kate was a 20-year-old summer student who was working as a technician in the laboratory next to ours. She was very pretty, always smiling, and full of life. One evening, Jen and I were walking hand-in-hand across the campus when I ventured to ask her what she thought of Kate.

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You almost always meet at least one couple like them at a lifestyle event. One of them talks excessively, but her chatter is just a nervous jumble of pleasant words that say nothing about their real intentions. The other says hardly a word, but his roving eye and transparent expression announce their fantasy to have sex with strangers.

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CONNIE O'MALLEY HAD NEVER BEEN SO EXCITED IN HER LIFE, not since she'd been named Captain of the cheerleading squad at the beginning of the school year. She felt powerful, as if she could do anything. She knew that only she could be doing what she was doing now and come away from it smelling like roses. The other girls would call it shameful and wear it like sackcloth, never living it down.

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