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I felt guilt-ridden, taking pleasure from staring at the cute guy's cock. In any case, I reasoned, it was his own fault for wearing a wide-legged, boxer-style swimsuit; and therefore, I was entitled to continue admiring his jewels with impunity.

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My husband was out of town. Again. Sometimes I felt like a single Mom, raising my two kids without a husband present. He made great money, but sometimes I felt like he travelled so much that I didn't have a partner. In addition, when he was home he seemed distracted, too busy catching up on his own life to pay much attention to me. Rather than his absence making our sex life or our hearts grow fonder, it seemed to be doing the opposite.

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Janet looked herself in the mirror, and smiled, pleased with what she saw. The mother of three spirited teens, she was still a knockout. Her shapely legs curved upward, towards firm, round buttocks behind and in front, a trim, flat stomach with only the barest hint of curve. From a pretty navel, her gaze moved upward toward shapely, gently curved breasts. Not overly large, they were shapely enough to attract glances from the men at the office where she worked. More importantly to her, they were very sensitive, and easily aroused.

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My friend Jason had come a long way to visit me in Annapolis. The drive from northern Maine took him well over 14 hours and he had been exhausted. He said the trip had done him good. The driving had given him a lot of time to think about the events of the last few weeks when his wife left him for another man.

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