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Chapter One – Thinking It Up Angela works as a receptionist at my office. She is a petite little thing weighing just over 100 pounds. She has the cutest little curves I have ever seen with full A-cup breasts and a tight little ass. She is ten years older than I am, but that doesn't stop our flirting. In fact, it may add to it. With her being older than I am, me being married, and her being engaged, our flirting always seemed like harmless fun.

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Last weekend, I was the emcee at an outdoor music festival. It was a three day affair with lots of great music. The vibe was very cool and while it was no Woodstock '69, it was certainly a great experience. My job was to bring the acts on and off the stage, stick to the schedule and keep the happy vibe going. As the go-between with the acts and the fans, I had the opportunity to make lots of new friends as well as renew old friendships. It was a most enjoyable experience.

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Chapter 1 It was not that I was a total stranger to shoving my tongue up another girl's cunt. It wasn't that I had no experience of sucking other female's nipples or that I was new to squirming my mouth against another woman's lips. No, it was none of those things that made it odd, no not odd, different. It was not any of those that made me feel a little strange with this woman. The thought of doing any and all of those things to her did not daunt me.

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I never know what to expect when my wife's friend Audrey comes to visit, except when she's around there tends to be very little clothing and lots of sex. My curiosity was really piqued when my wife Karen informed me that Audrey and her new boyfriend, Tim, would be in town for the pool party we were having that weekend.

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I hate the snow and looking out the car window, there was tons on the ground. The weather report indicated that we would be getting at least another 5-6 inches by the afternoon! Taking a peek at the sky, I noticed that the clouds were thick and I sighed. "What's the matter?" my husband asks as he keeps a steady pace behind a tractor-trailer while we make our way towards our "winter vacation home". I always thought that was an oxymoron. Winter vacation.

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Prologue 16 years ago Samantha Raney took a deep breath and followed her DSS caseworker into the group home. She shoved her fear deep down and told herself over and over again that this would be a better life, even if she was passed around the system. Her mother died from a drug overdose a year ago and left her in the hands of her junkie boyfriend, Earl. Her mother was never going to win mother of the year, but at least she made sure that Sam had something to eat and clean clothes to wear.

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Hannah slowly moved her hips in circles as the strains of music poured out of the speakers to her right. The other girls she was dancing with were all doing the same. Garry had sent her out here with a mission and she was going to do her best to complete it. Knowing that she was naturally shy he had chosen a sexy, blonde- haired girl for her to target.

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Summer classes had always been a drag for me. The students were always more captivated by the rays of sunlight crashing through foggy classroom windows than with my explanations on how context was one of the most important aspects to master when translating a literary work. And more often than not the students were as fogged up as the windows were as they fought off the haze of the previous night's partying. Not that I blames them -- there were still parts of my early days attending university that were a blur.

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Another hectic night at the Perrytowne Tavern, the bar filled with boys guzzling Rolling Rock and the restaurant finally clearing out after a busy dinner rush. Carrie blew a strand of curly blonde hair off her forehead and sidled behind the bar. She didn't have an order to fill but Erica was tending bar tonight and that was all the excuse she needed. She watched the tall, dark-haired girl fill a pitcher with Bud and tried to look nonchalant.

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My name's Marcus and it's got to be said that I'm a lucky man. I'm twenty-five, been married and then escaped, and now I've got two very sexy girlfriends. I suspect they both sort of know and accept that they're not the only ones in my life, although neither really knew who else there is. They're very different women. The first one, Tanya, the one I've been with the longest, is my age to the month, taller then most girls, and slim, with dark brown hair that cascades around her shoulders and lovely green eyes.

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