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I've waited so long to be with you again, and when your call came, the message on my answering machine with flight numbers and arrival time, I have to admit, I was at first, more confused than excited. I fret, and pace, and forget to eat. I remember the circumstances of our goodbye: Lamenting the loss of someone with such similar physical needs and desires because our lifestyles wouldn't and couldn't mesh, at least not at that time.

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It was the stupidest thing I've done in my entire life; let's be honest, I knew that at the time but I still did it, silly cow! It was just before Christmas, and I'd gone with a few of my fellow teachers to the pub to celebrate the end of term – my first in my new profession. I'm Cathy Hull by the way, 23, pretty in a girl-next-door sort of way with a pale face, regular features, shoulder length brown hair (mousey, if I'm, being honest), and quite petite, five-foot-four with a slim figure. I'm from just outside London, and the school I teach at is about fifty miles north of my home town.

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ONE "AAAAaaaahhhh!!! Jesus!!!!" Candace moaned softly before biting her lower lip. She was bent over her large executive desk as Marcus pounded his long, thick shaft deep into her wet pussy. His hands were under her skirt, wrapped around her slim waist, her tiny panties stretched tightly between her ankles. Candace felt her breasts swinging beneath her and her stiff nipples were rubbing across the top of the desk.

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It had been too long since John had last seen Molly in any real, special way. It had also been too long since he'd cum. The last meeting between the high school loner and the sexy mail carrier who was fast becoming as obsessed with him as he was with her had been over a week ago, on Halloween night. For weeks the two had teased and tested each other.

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I’ve developed a real familiarity which Charlie. He was in my class years ago. We stayed friendly. He’s been cutting my lawn for 7 or 8 years now and its no big deal for him to just pop in the house and use the bathroom or raid the fridge for a soda when he’s done doing the lawn. Over the Years I’ve been watching him develop and grow up from a scrawny 10-year-old kid to 6’5” 175lb. Mountain of athletic muscle He’s the blond all-American boy with big broad shoulders.

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I couldn't sleep one night. It was about four A.M. So I went into the living room to watch a little porn. I was hoping to jerk off and go back to sleep. However right as I was getting good and hard watching a really nice video of two young guys jerking each other off. I heard voices in front of my house. I got scared and put away my cock in my boxer briefs and slipped on a T-shirt.

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Chapter 1 Lucy and Tom had been running a small coffee bar in the town for over two years. A quiet bar, jazz music played softly in the background, comfy seating. It was a real nook of serenity in a busy High Street. They had regular customers who came in to escape the hustle and bustle of daily life.

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After my long and dull meeting ended I was eager to get away from the clichéd business speak and settle into a quiet bar stool for a slow gin and tonic. Maybe chase it with a beer. I took a walk several blocks from the convention center in hopes of not bumping into anyone I'd know and found a quaint little establishment that seemed perfect for what I was looking for. The lights were down low, the music not deafeningly loud and a cute bartender to boot. Perfect.

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Linda fell asleep dreaming about her roommate Mary. They had been roommates for almost a year now and it seemed that in the last six months Linda could sleep not anymore without dreaming about her. Linda had posted an ad for a roommate shortly after her and her girlfriend broke up. Living in San Francisco was expensive and people usually could not make it living on their own.

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I was born Faye Alexandria Maratov, and I am a whore. This means a variety of things to a variety of people. To most men this means that (despite the biological and psychological impossibility of it) I am ALWAYS wet, ready, and more than willing. With few exceptions, even the most sensible of men is willing to believe that I want nothing more at that moment in time than to be shoved up against a wall and fucked.

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