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I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard the doorbell. I wrapped the towel around me and dripped to the front door. Guys are much more able to do that than girls are. We can drip, and show up at the door in only a towel from the waist down, and no one thinks it's a come-on. If a girl does it, she's just asking for it.

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This story is a complete work of fiction; any resemblance to anyone, alive or dead is pure coincidence. All of the characters in this story are 18 years and older. Chapter 1 It was Friday night and my eldest daughter wanted to go out for a disco. Being a 19 year old girl she loved to get out and party. After my divorce, she and her sister had come to live with me and we were very close. During the weekend my younger daughter had gone on holiday to the beach so Caitlin was alone at home with me. Natalie (My second daughter) would be coming back in two or three days time.

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Kyrie and Scarlett had been expecting Jack for a great while now (two years to be exact). Jack had constantly teased them with plans of being in the States, but this time he was serious. A final date was set for his summer arrival and Kyrie and Scarlett were elated. The women started that day by getting dressed. Kyrie slipped on a burgundy thong and a matching bra. Scarlett slipped into purple lacy panties and a white bra.

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Cindy and her younger sister Betsy were looking out the kitchen window. Cindy's son, Kevin, was swimming in the backyard pool. Kevin was climbing out from the water, totally nude. Cindy and Betsy had their eyes glued to his thin, tall body. Drops of water were dripping off of the tip of Kevin's cock.

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It's sometimes amazing how innocent little meetings just turn out to be life's big enjoyments. I'm Al and my wife's name is Liz and this is our story. We've been blessed with an amazing financial windfall when the investment's our folks gave to us kept doubling and splitting giving us enough money so that at the ripe old age of thirty five we were able to not have to work to make ends meet.

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What to write about? What to write about I mused to myself, my mind momentarily blank. Glancing through the pages and pages of stories in Literotica you could be forgiven for thinking that just about every topic for a story had already been used. I sat back in the chair pondering on possible story themes and as I did I started thinking about my life so far.

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Even with the air conditioner on, the sweltering heat outside had John sweating. And it was close to bedtime, but Texas heat wouldn't let up until several months later, if the state was lucky. "How did I know you were here?" John turned to see Madison standing in the doorway.

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There were three generations of blondes occupying the table at the food court in the mall I had recently begun to manage. I had seen them before, perhaps each Saturday for about a month now. With each visit they captured more of my curiosity. It didn't hurt that they ranged, in order, from bubbly and precious, to perky and pretty, to downright seductively sexy. The youngest was no more than a few months old, I estimated, a jolly pink-faced infant being lovingly bounced on the knees of her mom.

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Lisbeth was bored. She idly went through the motions of straightening the shelves of the upscale boutique where she worked on this dreary Thursday morning. Lisbeth was twenty-four and she married less than two years ago, having come from her native Denmark as an au pair originally. The Georgetown lawyer to whom she was married treated her as a trophy wife, insisting that she escort him to his many social events, but once they got home, the middle-aged partner became icily cold to Lisbeth, precluding any carnal activities.

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Sam watched the two girls leave the bar and sighed wistfully. The blonde was stacked and he was in deeply in lust. "They're way out of your league," commented Darren with a snort. "Besides, I don't think you're the right gender." "No way," stated Sam with a glare in Darren's direction. "I know for a fact Jenny's into men."

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