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"What do you think I should do about him?" I asked my slightly younger sister Tina. "What do I think you should do?...... Get him in the house, fuck his young brains out and send him home until your ready for another go. That's what I'd do." "Why do I even bother talking to you. Your incorrigible. Besides, I'm old enough to be his grandmother."

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"Hey, Trish? I didn't see any--" My husband stopped dead as he opened the door of the bedroom and saw the two of us there, naked on the bed. His eyes grew so big I almost laughed in spite of everything else I was feeling at that moment. 'Us', was Karen and I. It was Mike's 44th birthday. Karen was his gift. I was the one giving her to him. At least, that was how simple it was supposed to be...

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Well, today is the big day! Stacy thinks the moment she wakes up. She blinks her baby blues open to see the streaks of sunlight across her room. The walls are bare and all of her stuff is piled around the room in cardboard moving boxes. Today, Stacy moves out of her parent's house to begin college. She stretches and hops out of bed. The smell of her mother's breakfast is prominent throughout the house. Stacy heads downstairs.

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I grew up a very attractive girl. I kept my brown hair about chin length and have what I consider to be a wonderful smile. My tummy is not a fit as some but I keep it trim enough for my taste. My legs are long, firm yet slightly larger than most girls. I have a nice bottom that is well rounded from the only exercise I ever did as a kid -- weightless squats.

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A few years ago I was 18, and like many 18 year old guys I wanted to "get big" so I went to the gym pretty often to work out. My Stepmom was married to my dad not long before my 18th birthday, and recently she had been coming to the gym with me. She liked to stay in shape. She was more than 10 years younger than my dad; she was forty years old and my dad was in his early fifties.

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I suppose a lot of people would consider me to be a slut now. But I don't think it's my fault, really. I mean, what else could have happened? I was one of those girls who started to flower into womanhood early. I was a skinny young girl who wore a B-cup brassiere when I was still in the sixth grade. I was completely embarrassed by my development. I dressed to avoid showing my rapidly blossoming femininity. Layered clothing became the norm along with a shoulders-hunched-forward posture.

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"Hurry up!" Beth exclaimed, peeking out her bedroom door. "They just opened the front door!" Behind her, Beth's boyfriend, Kevin, was hurriedly jerking himself as Penny sucked and licked his cock head. Penny teased his swinging balls with her fingertips and Kevin suddenly exploded. A fountain of cum splashed across Penny's face, dripping down over her exposed, D-cup breasts and their hard as steel pink nipples.

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Only weeks after Jim and I had divorced I was settled in my new house and going to work every day with a much better disposition. For most of the past four years the office had only been a place of refuge for me but now I actually looked forward to going to work. Something else had inspired this new feeling as well....

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I knew it was wrong but when I opened the door and saw Julie standing there in the hot pink figure hugging mini dress looking like a total slut for me I had to give her that kiss even before she got inside in. Julie is a younger then me and to have such a sexy hot huge breasted girl show such an overwhelming interest in me was something I'd dreamed of for a few years. We had met the day before in the store she worked in while I was looking at all the sexy lingerie.

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This is another Chapter of Carol's Series. I'm an "amateur" writer and, in addition, English is not my mother tongue. To write a single Chapter requires a big effort, from me: long time and language's difficulties. Therefore, let me ask, please, to judge my writing on the basis of its "contents" (if you like it or not) and not from an aesthetic or "formal" point of view.

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