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"Show me," Hannah said, grinning. "What?" Bruce responded. "I said show me, I want to see how big it is." "I've never claimed that its big, just that his is small," Bruce responded, laughing. "I don't care, I want you to show me." "Are you serious?" Bruce asked, feeling his cock stiffen at the thought of getting it out in front of his friend.

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Jenna woke to the aroma of coffee calling to her. She stumbled into the bathroom, resting her head on the vanity while she peed. She only stumbled once between the bathroom and the kitchen where Joel was shaved, dressed, and pouring her a cup of coffee. "I am so hung over," she groaned, leaning her naked butt against the counter as she cradled her coffee cup with two hands.

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She smiled as she looked out over the deep blue expanse. Her hair fluttered in the western winds as the ship made a gentle turn. Her smile widened as her sandy brown locks caressed her face, able to do what the wind could not. The gentle spray of a crashing wave misted her face and her eyes closed as the gentle touch was nearly too much.

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The 14th Anniversary A Valentine's Day Story She was kneeling on the hard surface of their sturdy couch table. It had been repositioned to face the entrance of their apartment; so she would be the first thing her Mistress would see when she came home from work. By then, she knew her knees and shins would be hurting, her breasts would be throbbing with every heartbeat, her nipples would have gone numb and her lips dry -- and there was nothing she could do about it.

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Gary and Daniella, Dani to most folks, had invited Sue and me to a casual card game and dinner. Two of Gary's younger friends were still there, helping him with the same car that had crushed Gary's legs two months ago. Gary asked them to join us, so they laid a thick 4x8' plywood sheet on the basement Bumper Pool table over some towels to protect the rails. Dani pulled a painter's tarp over the makeshift table and covered it all with a heavy tablecloth.

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I was fed up – really fed up. Which was sad really, as this was my first day back at work after my holiday! Not that it had turned out to be much of holiday. It was my own fault really – what on earth had made me book a fortnight in Spain, at short notice, with a girl I'd met only a few days before? I should have known better – we'd only been there three days and she'd found herself a Spanish waiter to have fun with, leaving me on my own. Still it could have been worse - at least I had a tan now!

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Jodi and I have been friends all our lives. Growing up, she probably spent as many nights at my house as she did at home. My Mom called Jodi their third daughter. We shared nearly everything from 5th grade on -- everything but Jeremy Elder, the biggest hottie in our class.

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It all began last Sunday morning. The sun streamed through the white chiffon curtains on our bedroom window and warmed random places on our bodies. Brilliant gyrating and ever changing light events blasted around the room from the crystals she has hanging in the windows. Her warm and supple body against mine gave off such a gentle scent that filled my senses with pleasure and deep satisfaction. The perfume of her body lotion fading but strong in random and mysterious whiffs, mingled with her natural scent and mine.

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It had been a boring day and with my boyfriend spending the night out with some friends and not home to spice up the night, I decided to have a few drinks alone and go to bed. However, slightly tipsy and feeling naughty, I flipped open Brandon's laptop and started snooping around for some porn. I quickly found a small library of porno movies and chose one that looked promising. The scene opened with a woman on all fours talking dirty and getting her pussy licked from behind by a muscular guy.

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Karen glanced at the clock, frowned, and realized she had probably missed the director of accounting by fifteen minutes. It was 6:45 in the evening, she was hungry and stressed, and this folder of papers was promised to be on his desk before he left the building. She picked up her phone and dialed the extension of his assistant. Three rings ... four ... voicemail. No one there. She pushed the handset hard into the plastic cradle in frustration, slid her feet back into her high-heeled shoes beneath the broad oak desk and pushed up from her tall, black leather seat.

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