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wondered what she was wearing under her dress. He thought of the
stories he had read of French Maids as he was growing up. Was she
wearing panties? Did she have a garter belt on? She was wearing white
stockings. He hoped they were not panty hose. He […]

rippling walls as she did so. She continued to move her hand as her
fingers came out of her pussy, tracing back up along the folds of her
pussy lips until she felt the hardness of her clit. She spread her
fingers slightly, allowing it to slide between them. She couldn’t
[…]

His tongue had not stopped moving. She was so wet that her juice was
flowing out of her, directly into his mouth. She felt it each time as
he stopped to swallow. Each time he did so, his lips closed, creating a
suction on her pussy. She was close to […]

better not cum again unless I tell you to.” She was satisfied as he
took his cum covered cock in his hand and slowly started to stroke it.
She watched it get harder. Thinking of how it would feel inside her
caused her to shiver. “Come over to this side of […]

heaven. My eyes closed involuntarily as I began to slide the finger in and
out, rubbing the palm of my hand across my clit. I was rapidly approaching
orgasm, when something made me open my eyes. A man was standing in the
aisle about ten feet away, his eyes riveted on […]

can’t vouch for it.
If you’ve ever heard anything about the New York subways, you probably
think you know what they’re like. Noisy, obnoxious, and crowded. Most of
the time that’s true, but as any New Yorker will tell you — once you get
past his pride […]

extend my contacts to two years.” This I did in a flash I
pumped as hard as I could her pussy was as tight as her mouth
was. She bucked like a wild animal moaning “Grab my ass Honey”.
I did just that as hard as I could grab with both hands
pulling […]

again and slower still lowering it from her breasts…to reveal
erect nipples of the most perfect tan and texture…that the first
drops of precum oozed from my cock.
There we stood in the living room of JANET’s little apartment,
feeling as sexy as two people can feel, a whole […]

married.”
“Neither did he. I was his best man, and he kept turning back to
me while she walked up the aisle. He looked like he’d been gaffed.”
Kim laughed again. She still had that nice laugh, from deep in the
throat.
[…]

at eighteen or nineteen (I was all of twenty-one, legal wherever they
could sell you booze)–and she was walking an Irish setter. I like
Irish setters. I left the Swordfish to his tumblebunny and made the
dog’s acquaintance. The girl told me his name was Zeke and hers was
Kim. […]

but I waved him off. He was the client, and I didn’t mind. It wasn’t
my money.
We’d come to the bar in his car, and I drove, handling the big
Cutlass clumsily at first. Murdock fell asleep giving me directions,
but I found his […]

“I don’t cheat on my husband. We’ll have coffee.” She grinned.
“It’s an old times thing.”
I nodded and I left. I didn’t even shake her hand.
I didn’t expect her to call me for coffee, […]

month.”
“Maybe we could have coffee. A breakfast or lunch or something.”
“Maybe.” I could see the clean line of her neck and shoulders,
the weight of her breasts under her blouse, the curve of her calves.
I wondered what she looked like […]

when he goes off to the strip clubs.”
I smiled. “He doesn’t think you know about that.”
She shrugged. “You learn things about your husband, and one of
the things you learn is which lies are important.”
[…]

“Those are long hours.” I said. “does it pay off?”
“Yes I guess it does.” she responded. “You see this is my husband’s and my
business, but he works as a manager for a restaurant in Parsippany and when
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