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About two years ago, while working for the space agency, I was sent to a one week training/workshop in Huntsville, Alabama. I stayed at a hotel within walking distance of the Marshall Space Flight Center, where the workshop was to be held. There were about 75 people there, composed primarily of engineers, technicians, research scientists, a few administrators, and some military personnel.

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He was the perfect gentleman. I'd been working at Junior's, an old fashioned ice cream parlor in the tourist trap part of town known as The Riverside for a couple of months. He came in at least once a week, had a single scoop of chocolate ice cream and always he made me laugh. His name was Craig. I'd guess his age at about 50. He looked his age, but in all the right ways. He had thick hair, black at one time but now going white.

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I walked into my Civil War history class on the first day of the fall semester. I enrolled in this class as a crip credit. My Dad was a Civil War buff and I spent my entire life hearing about the various battles, participants, what should have been done, stupid mistakes that were made, and endless trivia.

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I'm Ethan and this story is about my relationship with my friend Mina from my point of view. She told her story through her eyes in the audio version of Ethan's Reluctant Journey. If you haven't listened to that story I highly recommend you do so before reading further. In her sultry and erotic way she includes all the proper disclaimers and warnings and if you're not at least hot to the touch by halfway through then this story may not be for you.

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Note: Both characters in this story are eighteen or older. * My sister, Jess, is so hot. Blonde and tan with large, perfect breasts, and the most beautiful ass. I've peeped at her so many times, I practically know every inch of her body. And I do mean EVERY inch. I still remember the first time I saw her pussy; I wanted a taste so badly. I remember the first time I thought about her while jerking off; it felt weird at first, but that just excited me even more.

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It was a gorgeous May afternoon. With temperatures hovering in the low 90s, I decided to cut my college classes and spend time down at the pool like any intelligent 19 year old would do. Okay, so it was not my pool. The pool at my cheap-ass apartment complex was still closed for long-overdue maintenance.

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"Bingo, bingo, big money bingo! What's tonight?" "Bingo!" yelled the crowd of families and couples around the pool bar. "Oh Christ get me out of here!" muttered Julie from beneath her floppy sunhat. "I'm so bored!" "We picked the wrong hotel didn't we?" sighed her friend. "The hotel's gorgeous. It's the resort that's wrong." "Hmm...it looked closer to Ayia Napa in the brochure, didn't it?"

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I've wanted to do this for a long time but before I get into it, just a bit of background first. Whenever I sleep over my boyfriend's house, I usually wake up first. You know, I'm just never as comfortable and relaxed as when I'm in my own bed. Anyway, no matter whether we had a night of really good sex or even none at all, he's always got a hard on in the morning.

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"What'll wear?" I called out as I emerged from the bathroom. I had made all the preparations. Shaved legs and pussy, all hairless and nice and smooth. "Something sexy," Rob called back from the lounge. We were going to our first swinger's party. Oh, we'd swung many times before, twosomes, threesomes, foursomes and moresomes, but we'd never actually been to a party. You know what I mean, where you actually hardly know anybody. Well, this was going to be a party where we didn't know anyone!

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Anyone who knows me knows how much I enjoy sex, the feeling of a cock inside me just makes me feel amazing. Unfortunately, I am completely addicted to sex, and can't get enough. I have a very understanding boyfriend, who I love to bits, and who has a lovely cock, but nature being what it is, he can fuck me beautifully, but not for several hours every day.

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