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After Winnie's mom found her way back to Marcus' house, they went almost another five minutes before she was cumming again. He asked her to stay the entire weekend, but not before a quick trip home to pick up the essentials...and by essentials; she meant slutty clothes to be fucked in. Marcus even followed her home to make sure she came back with at least a different outfit for him to fuck her in each day and night, because it would be asinine to let her wear the same stockings three days in a row.

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A lot has changed in my life since Jasmine introduced me to watersports. I have become more daring, more exciting, more confident, and ready to try new things. I received a hefty promotion and am making decent money now – money that I'm using to completely change my life around for the better. Before I would save and save and save for a rainy day ... now I'm having fun with it, because my days are full of nothing but sunshine.

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Tina came into the office and settled down in the interview chair opposite. She was a slim, olive skinned creature of Indian descent, about 25 years old. She had a head of thick wavy black hair, bushy dark eyebrows and the slightest hint of hair growing on her upper lip and a down the sides of her ears like the smudge of sideburns on an adolescent boy.

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The phone woke me from a focused stupor as my secretary let me know a call was on the line. Talking to whomever it was on the phone, anyone, would be a welcome relief from reading through the boring minutiae of the commercial pre-lease agreement in my hands. "Paul Sturner on the phone for you, Max." Paul Sturner? Now there was a blast from the past. Paul and I had worked together in the mid 90s when he was still running a large construction concern in midtown.

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I can still see it in high def, up close and personal; the image is engraved on my brain. The bald, glistening vulva of a teenage girl — a squirming, moaning teenage girl, knees up — is not to be forgotten. The best night of my life was the night my sister had a slumber party. To save money during my last year of college, I moved back in with my parents and commuted from their home in a Boston suburb.

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I was spending another Friday night behind the video store counter. My good for nothing co-worker Jason was passing the time text messaging his girlfriend, basically the only thing he did at work. I once asked him how many text messages that day while working and he told me around hundred as if it was nothing.

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Stores were packed the Saturday after Christmas, with every imaginable gimmick in play to make a quick buck off those of us who didn't quite get what we wanted, or didn't get it in the right size, or who just wanted to window shop for deals. I was out and about grabbing dog food and some other necessities, and I gritted my teeth as I walked into yet another store packed to the gills with a pulsing mass of shoppers.

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When I was a junior in college, I had an experience with two senior girls I would never forget. I had never really been one to put in a lot of effort at school, but when Melanie asked me if I'd like to come to her place and study for our biology exam with her and Lauren, I said yes in a heartbeat. Both girls were good friends of mine, but of course this didn't stop me from ogling at them, or even fantasizing about them as I masturbated.

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Behind closed doors, lots of guys enjoy sharing their wives/girlfriends. As a single white American, I'd been fairly lucky in my years living in Japan. I met quite a few Japanese as well as foreign couples who have included me in sexual get-togethers. I'm definitely not a male model, just a regular schmo. But I was always gracious, polite and charming. I made it a rule to always be respectful and reliable.

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"Happy Birthday, Arthur!" Sandy exclaimed as she opened her door to her paramour. He smiled and hugged her, their lips fused open together, their hands gripping and sliding over the other's back and buttocks. "So, what did you get me?" he asked as they paused for breath. "Not what, but who," Sandy corrected. "Say again?"

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