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I saw Goody-goody sitting there with his head buried in a book, as we walked into my boyfriend's apartment. I called him Goody-goody, but he was really just my boyfriend's roommate. He was smart, he was shy, and he never took advantage of any of my advances. After that, he became Goody-goody and what I wanted most of all, was to corrupt him, make him bad. Like me.

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Lydia's lay on her stomach on the deck of the large yacht anchored alone, a mile from shore. The turquoise water lapped delicately against the hull. She flipped the page of the paperback book while her only foot floated in small circles above an upturned knee. Her slim attractive body betrayed her age. Most people thought her only in her early twenties though she was more than twice that age.

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After Toni's death my life didn't fall apart or anything dramatic like that. I just carried on; locked away deep inside me perhaps were the hurt and the sadness. Annie and Patrick Sanders were good friends and, as they lived a mere two miles away, they kept a bit of an eye on me, I know. They insisted I went round for dinner a couple of times a month.

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It was a cold morning, so instead of heading into DC to walk the Mall, I decided to take the Metro out to Bethesda and check out a book store there. It was one of several book stores in the area that featured half price or less used books or, in other words, it was my kind of store. The ride on Metro was uneventful, if fairly long.

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Karla moved the little house a few inches, "How's that, dad?" Ben was having a hard time concentrating on his model railroad. Karla's shirt was billowing out and he was getting a good look at her breasts. "Try it a little to your left." Karla could feel her dad's eyes looking up her shirt as she bent over. She was trying to help him place his latest building on his train layout.

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As always, my heart raced as the time for my session approached. Time always passes so slowly when I'm in the waiting room. Even three minutes is a long time. I wanted to be in there with Holly. I started going to her for massages - the regular kind - for muscle tension. She always did a very good job, especially when I went for the longer sessions - an hour and a half to two hours. Now I regularly go for two hours.

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To be honest, I never actually considered this to be a fetish, until I met Kathy anyway. I think most guys (and some women too) enjoy squirting, cumming, watching their spunk spurting against a pair of luscious breasts. They don't have to be large one's either, just breasts. And not like it's an all the time thing either, just once in a while, that dirty, naughty, somewhat kinky mood hits. And you want to squirt on a pair of nice looking titties.

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Sitting on the bed, half aroused and anticipating the arrival of my lover, I heard a small knock on the hotel room door. I rose to answer it and my arousal increased at the sight of my beautiful girlfriend looking seductively at me. As our eyes met, I reached for her and drew her inside, closing the door behind her.

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Part 1. The three girls performing soccer practice appeared to be having a lot of fun. I stopped to watch as I walked home from the corner store. A well-built brunette with long straight hair in a ponytail, and a leggy dark-haired girl easily ran across the field with the ball. The goalie was a slender, small-breasted blonde with a ponytail and a salacious smile.

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The phone rang midmorning on Saturday, and I heard Darla's excited voice. It must be a friend, I thought to myself. After the conversation, she came hopping into the other room and said that some friends from college were in town for the weekend and she invited them (Virginia and Bridget) to come over and stay the night.

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