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Now. I stand under the needling hot spray until the water starts to cool, and shut it off, and push the wide glass door open to release billows of steam. Drip and splash across the wide marble floor and wipe a clear circle on the mirror with a thick white towel. Behind me the sun is trying, and failing, to pierce the overcast. Not likely in February.

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So there was a few years ago in my marriage, that I lived in this duplex. It was in the back streets of a small old neighborhood that was slowly transforming into a Chinatown. Nowadays the transformation is more complete than it was then. Like I said we lived in a duplex. I was 38 then my wife was 32. A little more about us, I am a tall drink of water so they say. 6 feet 4 inches tall lean and hard muscled. My hair has patches of premature silver spread evenly throughout against my mostly black hair.

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They had first met in an insurgent camp outside Yogyakarta in the Indonesian jungle, far from their own country of the Philippines. In the Philippines there was little chance that they would have met, especially while the Americans were still there in force, but even in more recent years when the government had been weak and taken up with internal squabbling.

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"It's only going to be a few guys over to watch the UK Basketball game." I said. "Autumn wants to come over and she is in the mood to play." Becky whispered in my phone. Now my libido went into overdrive. Becky had told me that Autumn had gotten some toys at a naughty wedding shower last week. My dirty mind went straight to Becky, Autumn, me and toys. But I could not tell the guys no.

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She had come to pray. That was all. Now she was on her knees, gagging on Father O'Reilly's cock. It was so thick. When he had brushed aside his robes, a hot, red slab of meat with bulging veins was revealed and pressed to her lips. "I've been listening to you say your prayers. Why don't you say the Our Father, Ashley?" he asked, still pressing the head of his cock against her smooth lips.

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I'm so excited to see them. I'm squirming in my seat. It's been so long since I've tasted either of them and I'm licking my lips with anticipation. I remember her soft body against mine and his hard length inside of me. God I need that again. I need to feel both of them against me, on either side of me. I drive off the bridge, trying not to speed knowing I'm so close to there place. I'm shaking in my seat, and I have butterflies in my stomach. What will we say? How will we start? God I can't wait.

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Brenda was my first true slut, or more accurately, the first inexperienced women that I trained to be my personal piece of ass. She was a dumb little bitch, but just what I needed after a brutal divorce. About 5'2", 115 pounds, bigger than average tits (actually, quite impressive tits, a real head turner above the waist) a delightful bubble butt, and a small, blond pussy with very tiny labia.

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Jane squirmed in her seat. She hoped the hostess wouldn't notice her shifting in place. Jane hoped no one would detect her lightly bruised lips as the evidence of the rough kissing wore off. She looked over at Tom, who was staring at her with a twinkle in his eye. He knew just how uncomfortable she was feeling. And he loved to see her fidget and wriggle.

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When the so called natural resources started to run out on Earth some super genius among them came to realize that the moon and the asteroids in the heavens above could provide all humanity could every need. With just under 25 billion people murdering each other for food and a place to sleep, the idea of endless space with unlimited resources, did for earth what it had done for the English colonies on the east coast of the Americas.

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I was working the night shift at the airport, supposedly saving the world from terrorists by making old people remove their shoes at the metal detector. The job was boring and the pay mediocre, but sometimes I could have a little fun depending on who I had to pat down. It was along time since my last relationship had broken up, I would take any action I could get even if it was just mildly groping cute guys who came through the line. Like the one that was just approaching.

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