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The drapes to the sliding door were closed. The sun was blazing hot, and closing the drapes help keep the house cool. Karen and I were watching The Stand. She had seen the movie many times, almost knew the dialog of all the characters. The old black woman had just died. I leaned over and kissed Karen on the cheek. She snuggled up to me, I put my left arm around her shoulders. She turned on her hip and placed her left leg on my lap.

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Movie night at home will never be the same Je..re..my Je..re..my Such a sweet sound. "Je..remy," Mom whispered into my ear. "Mmm," I sighed, turning toward her. "Je..remy," she whispered teasingly, nibbling on my ear.

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When Penny came in, announced she had dumped her boyfriend, then stripped down to her new lingerie and said she was going to be my "breakfast" I wish I could tell you that I made love to her slowly and gently for hours. The truth is that in five seconds my cock was out, hard and thrusting into her athletic little body like a jack-hammer.

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As James approached the front door he reached absently for the keys in his back jeans pocket, striding up the steps to the door. Without thinking he reached for the door handle, and to his surprise it opened without any need for the key. He paused momentarily. Strange. Even if Michael was at home it was unlikely that he would have left it unlocked.

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No, No,...I didn't have them all at once. That would be too unbelievable, but I have to say that I've been the lucky sexual recipient of two sets of sisters at all different times when I was younger. The first set was Patty and Kathy, a set of hot Irish American girls. My best friend was going out with Patty at the time. I met her sister Kathy at numerous times on visits at her apartment with my friend and Patty. Patty was a little cuter as looks go but they both were 5'1' with really hot curvaceous bodies.

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Anne was the typical all-American girl. She was smart with a sassy attitude. Her mother had raised to be a career driven woman, and she became just that. It wasn't long until she moved off to San Francisco in pursuit of a good education.

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I have this reoccurring fantasy that I dare not tell anyone who actually knows me. I identify as a bisexual woman, but I much prefer women over men. One thing that REALLY turns me on about men however, is them watching me and them masturbating.

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We were in the study of Professor Hendrick's house, in the late evening, nearing the end of the tutorial he was conducting. At least I assumed it was nearing the end, because I was very close to coming. We were in a straight chair facing his desk. Professor Hendricks, his hands wrapped around my waist was sitting in the chair; I was sitting on his hard cock—or, rather, fucking myself on his cock in slow risings and fallings and me moaning in tenor to his groaning in baritone.

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It had been a couple months since my mom and I had that first encounter in the club. Ted came home and didn't suspect anything other than the usually, it seems, since he never suspected that I had been at the club. He and my mom went that next weekend and I stayed home to watch my little sisters. It was annoying, since Anna is 19, so I don't know why I have to get tethered to Macy, the little one.

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I stood in the middle of the bedroom, set to get dressed, and I yelled, "Babe, have you seen my boxers?" Prior to showering, I had laid out all of the clothing that I would need for the evening. However, I found myself standing in a towel and missing step one in the basics of getting dressed. I was not overly bothered by the absence of my underwear, but I still wondered how I had either forgotten the garb or misplaced them somewhere between showering and the bedroom.

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