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"YOU PRICK! YOU FUCKING PRICK!!!" Kaylee stood frozen in the bedroom door. Her arms were rigid at her side; her fists were clenched as she watched her sister dive off of Kaylee's fiancé's rapidly deflating cock. He laid there, too shocked to move, while her sister tried to hide beneath the sheets.

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Monday was an uneventful day. I went to work, came home, and relaxed with Sandy. No mention was made of the events from the previous day. We went to bed and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. I was totally surprised by what was awaiting me at home on Tuesday. "Baby, I'm home." I yelled that Tuesday afternoon.

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The education of a young woman.... "No, I've got to finish up my term paper," Christie said in response to her mother asking her about her plans for the night. "Well, in case you do go out, make sure you lock the place up because your father and I won't be back until late," Toni Platte said before leaving her daughter's room. "Okay." "Oh, and your grandfather might stop by." "What?"

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Susan, known as Susie to all her friends, had just graduated from Junior College, and had her Associates Degree in Business. She was going to enjoy the summer off, before joining the working world. She had been thinking about making love to another girl for some time now. She had discussed it with her boyfriend, Paul. He, of course, was all for it, as long as he was included.

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Bob has always liked a little backdoor action. Only, a lot of women don't like it like that. Unfortunately, my co-worker, his wife turned out to be one of those that didn't. In every other way Cathy is a great piece of ass; but when it comes to 'ass,' well they tried it always at his suggestion a couple of times, and it just didn't turn her on.

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I don't know what amazed me more. That Angela, my wife of five years, was confessing to me after all this time that she sometimes thought about eating pussy, or that listening to her talk about it turned me on as much as it did. It was late. We'd been out to an incredible dinner to celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary, and one of my wife's good friends, Jenny, had been watching our children.

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My sister and I were identical twins; I always say that we are unusual twins because our mother refused to dress us alike, ever! From a very early age our mother encouraged us to have different hair styles; my sister was encouraged towards music and dance while I was guided to gymnastics and anything remotely sporting.

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It all began when I asked Shira: "Have you been a good little girl?" My wife had been dreading this moment for hours. Indeed, she had known about her impending mortification for days. Even so, she began to blush and cry at once. It was bad enough to be treated like a baby, but to be treated so in front of her best friend was particularly humiliating.

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I was trying my best to just flow with it, not think too much. I always think too much. Feel, just feel. Breathe, that's the key thing. Be sure to keep breathing. In and out. Nice and easy and smooth. I could get through this. And don't look! I couldn't look. I will soon, I promised myself. But not yet. Breathe.

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He talked about it all the time, in the context of a fantasy. Most of our fantasy talk usually became a reality eventually. That's what I find so exiting about him. We read, shop and fantasize together and then when the opportunity presents itself we instinctively act it out without hesitation. This particular fantasy however required the consent of another individual, my very good friend Becky.

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