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During my speech she had caught my eye, a blonde bombshell in the front row. Was it just me, or was she licking her lips at me? Her massive cleavage spilled out of her white, unbuttoned-at-the-top shirt like two giant balls of vanilla candy... I could nearly see straight up her oh-so-short, classy, black miniskirt... Did I catch a glimpse of some sky-blue panties? Or even half of a pussy lip or two peeking out from behind the fabric? I nearly forgot what I was saying in my speech...

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Jenny was having a great day. During the morning shift she'd sold tons of clothes at the retail store where she had worked for the past year, and as usual received the enthusiastic praise of her boss Giulio. The sun was shining. She'd been out to lunch with her old friend Madeline for the first time in months, and they were heading back to the store side by side, chatting casually yet happily in the way you only do with really close friends.

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One of the first things I noticed when I started interning at this company was Matt, our "fitness consultant," a professional bodybuilder that's been hired to keep the office in shape by running exercise classes in the company gym and making various recommendations.

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When I saw Mrs. Crowley at the supermarket I had to smile. The woman who worked down the hall from me looked as good in her recreation clothing as she did in her business attire. That was quite a compliment, because she was always impeccable with her work clothing. Prim and proper, nothing out of place, everything put together quite nicely.

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"I think my diets would work a whole lot better if the food I ate went to my ass and not my belly," Dawn mused, "Then I could starve this booty into submission." Next to her, Maria chuckled. "Honey, I don't want to hear about how big you think our ass is," she said, "Especially when you're standing next to this!" Dawn giggled as her she watched her mother give herself a little smack on her big bottom, sending ripples across her cheeks.

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It was last Friday afternoon at the office and it had been a very stressful week. Now that it was 3:30 and things started to slow down, I leaned back in my chair and took my eyes off the computer monitor for the first time in what felt like hours. I glanced over at the new girl, Amber, and our eyes locked for a moment. A little smile appeared on her face so I smiled back. She then turned her gaze back to her monitor and returned to work. But I didn't look away.

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Why was my best friend telling me this? God, why couldn't he keep his mouth shut? I sat back against the hood of his car and sipped on a beer. On Javier's front lawn was a grill and flames were shooting up from the charcoal we'd just lit. We were both nineteen. I don't remember how the topic got started, but the sentence I've committed to memory was:

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"Sweet Cheeks was a name well chosen, I see." "Yes, Mistress, you know this boy well." His voice held that wry tone, that suggested his smart ass nature, a quality that could border on bratty, but nearly always was humerous. The long shadow of the woman in the business suit, fell over the barely clad sunbathing vision, who lay upon his belly, his tanned arms and legs making a subtle X upon the resort's chaise.

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Sure, it all sounds great. I'm 29, I have my own business. A great house with way more bedrooms and bathrooms than I'll ever need. Plus, my work brings me to Hawaii every 6 months. You see I own a surf gear company. We make wet suits and boards, tees and shorts with our logo on them. Every six months I go to Waikiki to our head plant. I check that everything is being made properly and legally.

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“Come closer.” She stood by the doorway, teetering slightly on the outsoles of her heels. Peering towards the corner, she made out the silhouette sitting casually in the leather sofa in the corner. Her eyes had not yet adjusted to the light, but the shaggy mane and the scent of clean musk were enough to tell her he had managed, yet again, to enter her home. She knew it was pointless to ask how. More important was why.

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