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"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice," Albert hypnotizes Emma to strip naked and give him sex. Continued from chapter four... "When I snap my fingers, you will awaken refresh and rested. When you hear the word Beetlejuice, you will immediately become very horny. When you hear the word Beetlejuice, your nipples will harden and become fully erect. When you hear the word Beetlejuice your pussy will become sopping wet with sexual lust for me. With all of this happening immediately when you hear the word Beetlejuice, you will be ready to have sex with me, your brother."

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NOTE: All characters in this story are 18 years or older. The term 'teenage' can still refer to somebody 18 or 19 years old! This story is pure fantasy. Enjoy!! Switch-On - Understanding Uncle --commercial begins-- Do you struggle with bad habits like smoking, drinking, or gambling? Does your spouse tell you he wants to clean, but constantly forgets? Do your kids constantly back-talk or struggle with their grades?

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"Ugh. Whatever happened to standards Sharon? Why does everyone think all you need to be a secretary is to look good?" Meet Jake Andrews, a 38 year old CEO of a medium sized business firm. Jake looked pretty average with his brown hair, brown eyes, and an unassuming Caucasian face, not ugly but not handsome by any stretch.

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Ahh, the days of drifting down to the square after lunch and sitting around ogling the local Turkish Cypriot men and letting them ogle me until I got that certain look from one I fancied and took him up to my Lawrence Durrell-rented villa and let him vigorously, joyously, and noisily fuck my brains out on a lounger under the sun on the terrace overlooking the Mediterranean.

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There are no characters under that age of 18-years-old in this story. All characters portrayed are over the age of 18-years-old. Albert hypnotizes his MILF of a mother for sex. * "Oh, my God. No way!" Albert looked at his mother to see if she was sleeping or in a hypnotic trance. Having never seen anyone in a hypnotic trance before, other than on TV, he couldn't tell one from the other. "Mom? Mom," he said a little louder.

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--commercial begins-- Do you struggle with bad habits like smoking, drinking, or gambling? Does your spouse tell you he wants to clean, but constantly forgets? Do your kids constantly back-talk or struggle with their grades? Tired of throwing away hard earned money on tuition, just to have your son or daughter fail their classes? Then we have a solution for you! Switch-On!

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"Shut UP!" Marcy realized she was making a mistake as soon as she said it, but a whole semester's worth of pent-up frustration and irritation just bubbled out of her mouth and she couldn't stop it anymore. "God, I am so sick of you telling me how fucking great you are! 'Oh, I'm so hot.' 'Oh, I totally had that guy eating out of my hand.' 'Oh, don't you love how this outfit looks on me?' 'Oh, I could have any man I want.' You are such a vain, stuck-up, self-obsessed...bitch!"

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Martine looks down the row of women, each one standing perfectly still with their hands behind their head and their elbows just touching the girl next to them on either side. She sees blondes, brunettes, redheads, women of every race and color, a celebration of female beauty. They are all naked, oiled lightly, and each one has the exact same expression of perfect joy on their face.

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"You first encountered the defendant where, Mr. Philips?" "At my gym. We were members of the same gym." I did not want to be here, in this courtroom. But the DA had intimidated me. He had said that they might delve deeper into why I was in Baltimore—why I had left San Diego. I really didn't want them to do that. I had just fallen into it in San Diego.

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Ursula almost remembered the dream that night. The alarm shattered most of it; even as she was waking up, the strident buzzing noise crashed through the memories, leaving nothing but fragments. She grasped at them, trying to hang onto something, anything at all. There was a hand, she knew, a hand sliding down the swell of her hip and...and a taste like wet rubber...no good. It was gone. Ursula hit the snooze button, but the dream didn't come back.

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