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To say that a month ago I was, on the face of it, prim and proper would be an understatement. Tim and I (Jane), met in our first year at high school and were inseparable from that time on and I guess it was always assumed by ourselves and our families that we would get married. Tim was everything I could have ever wanted - the proverbial tall, dark and handsome athletic sort, not to mention incredibly wealthy, once he had established himself in the family law firm which his grandfather had founded.

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Chapter 1 -"No!" My shriek got my friends' and some strangers' attention in the waterpark. "What's up?" Cody asked with scrunched up brows. He looks like a cute little puppy with that concerned face. That along with his boy-next-door look always got attention from the women. "I can't find my bikini anywhere!" I half-sob, half-shriek with a frown on my face. "This is all your fault."

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Life was good for a marauder. Here they sat -- circled around a bonfire, roaring and laughing, a successful week of raiding and plundering behind them -- now with beautiful, buxom wenches riding their cocks. It had taken quite some effort for these great warriors to arrive at this place with such bounty.

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Billy Joe Parker hears a vehicle pull up outside the beat up old trailer where he lives with his daddy. He looks out the window and sees Sally Mae Struthers getting out of her pick-up truck. She's wearing a pair of tight shorts and a cotton top that stretches across her ample tits. Billy Joe hasn't seen her in a long time and is pleasantly surprised by the unexpected visit. He walks out to say hello.

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"Ten full minutes. You gotta lay there, on your back, totally nude. Hands behind your head so you can relax." "Relax, right." How Mike and I wound up in this bizarre, slightly hilarious situation was fueled by very cheap beer and overactive 19 year old hormones. Well, Mike was 19, I was 18, and we'd been buddies since sophomore year of high school. Mike was a bit of a paradox. He was a soccer player who wasn't a jock, a metal head who wasn't a burnout, and a good student who wasn't a nerd.

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Part One: Backstory There are many up-sides to growing up without a dad, but dealing with your mom is not one of them.... To say that my mom loved my dad would be the understatement of the century. They were married just days after they turned eighteen and actually walked down the aisle together at high school graduation. No one had ever seen a couple so in love.

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