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“Sexy photo’s!!!” she said with a shock. “What does that mean?”

Tad was on his way up in the corporation; he could feel it. Employee reviews were just around the corner and he finally seemed to be making a good impression on his boss. He knew that competition for a promotion would be fierce, and being good wasn’t going to be enough. Tad knew that he was going to have to look the part as well.

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There’s something about a black man that just really turns me on. I’m a petite blonde girl, big blue eyes and long hair, but to me, a black man is the finest piece of guy out there.

My name is Ellen and my husband Brian describes me as a very pretty MILF with curly shoulder-length red hair and blue eyes; I am in my mid fifties; 5’4”, 120lb, with 34C/D nice firm natural breasts with sensitive pinkish-brown nipples, a nice round silky smooth ass, long straight legs and a tight partially shaved pussy.

Although she made a stunning image rising out of the water, Amanda the petite but strong and athletic girl from Deseril casually strolled out of the pond which was at the outskirts of her village in the Decoton Forest. Her afternoon swim and bath in the cool water after her morning stretching, calisthenics and run was both relaxing and refreshing As she shook her short blonde hair and bent down to pick up her white thong, two solid arms suddenly grabbed her from behind. As she was bear-hugged from behind, her arms immobilized, she could sense that her captor was a male, his stiff penis pressed against her back.

“Why are you pouting?” he asked rather confused.

I met Leslie and Jewel for a gal lunch on New Year’s Eve, to vent about the usual holiday woes and blow off steam. The subject of plans for that evening came up. Leslie’s lover, Missy, was working, and Jewel complained about she hadn’t had a date all year, much less tonight. She was a bit heavyset, and she was having a tough time finding guys up to her standards. “Looks like you’re the only one who won’t be ringing in the New Year with a dildo for a date”, joked Leslie.

“Bugles! That damned bugle,” Robin cursed quietly. “Why is he always blowing that damned bugle?” she asked to the empty, rocking stage. It was dark outside. The dusty interior was filled with baggage and Robin Petosa. Robin was trying to make her way from Cincinnati to Los Angeles to live with her uncle. The trip to St. Joseph had taken 9 days, the trip from St. Joseph to there had taken 4 days so far and she was still in the middle of the desert. She could take the bouncing, the dust, and the bad food, but why the bugle?

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Lexington, a colleague of one of my friends, was introduced to us all in the pub, and I got on well with him right from the start, despite me being a twenty-year old student and him being a good seven years older than me. That same evening we met I let him know that I was bisexual, just so he was clear, but thankfully although he seemed completely straight, which may have just been subconscious preconceptions on my part about a well built, shaved bald, over six foot tall black guy, he didn’t seem bothered by this, and we soon became good friends.

Early the following morning, Tom was the first to force his eyelids open. The first thing his eyes saw was the heavenly beauty sleeping soundly to his left. Justin was fast asleep on his left side and as Tom slid his body upright, the covers inched themselves from Justin’s perfect tight body to the point that Tom’s eyes fell on Justin’s bare ass. Tom simply couldn’t resist to steal the opportunity for a quick whiff of Justin’s exposed little bung hole, so he inched his body downwards until he was in the proper position to do just that. Inhaling deeply, the mild coconut aroma filled his lungs with the utmost of pleasantries. While Tom was taking numerous sniffs of Justin’s asshole, his cock grew into a wanting desire to sniff for itself to.

“My birthday is next week you know. I hope you have something special planned for me this year,” Bill said as he set the plate down on the table.

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Tablitha kissed his cheek, her soft lips tickling his little hairs. Mark smiled cuddling tight to her, his lips puckering against her cheek softly, stroking his fingers gently through her long red hair. She smiled brightly up at him, nervous about what was about to happen.

Penny could hear the party long before she arrived at the Bennet house. She recognized the Bennet house by the decoration. When she approached the front door, the walls were thumping from the loud music inside. Girls were screaming from the backyard pool. A guy yelled, followed by a loud splash. Penny smiled, as she pressed the doorbell.

The house was on an isolated back road about 2 hours from the city. When we arrived, the only light that glowed was the one above the front door and I felt nervous and exhilarated as we climbed the stairs. My escort knocked and we waited in the feeble illumination for someone to admit us. As the door opened I was stricken with a sharp jabbing fear but it quickly passed as the man who had answered our knock smiled pleasantly and reached out for my hand and kissed it.

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My heart was still racing as I hung up the phone, his voice still in my head. I stretched out on my bed with a silly grin on my face. I know its something that will probably never happen, and maybe that’s what makes it all the more exciting. I began to play back our conversation in my head; nothing really sexual ever came up but his voice made my body tingle.

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Maria had tried to see her father’s lawyer at his office but the waiting room of the Legal Aid office was always teeming with people. Finally, she used some connections in the Mexican community to get his home address. She was surprised that he lived in a scruffy apartment building near his office. She thought all lawyers were rich. This discovery just made her angrier. Not only was her father being represented by a Yankee lawyer with too clients but he had drawn the poorest lawyer in America. This was going to be more work than she thought.

LORI – A NEIGHBOR’S DELIGHT – CHAPTER 14

Carrie Sherman stood at the sink, running cool water over a clean dishtowel. She wrung it out with slim fingers then placed the cloth under her blonde hair against her neck.

Mayeve Reeves, recently married to John Reeves, the Montana rancher, galloped into the yard of her huge, mansion- like ranch house. Chickens and men scattered before the sharp hooves of her Arabian stallion. In a flurry of swishing material, she slapped the quirt against her leg in annoyance as she stormed up the front steps. She burst inside just as the Mexican cook threw open the door.