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Joan is lying by the pool, sunbathing naked in an unfenced backyard. She could hear some hard-working men nearby putting on a new roof. An almost empty pitcher of martinis, with her empty glass, sits on the stand beside her. Her hands inadvertently caressed her pussy, as her legs parted. Joan's mind was filling with naughty, lust-filled thoughts. The doorbell rang on her front door. She slid on a short black tee shirt ove...

Helen scanned the dresses displayed in the window. She nodded. Unlike the previous shops, this one seemed suitable. Expensive, but just the kind of clothes she loved, youthful and perfect for her upcoming holiday. She opened the shop door, and a bell tinkled loudly near the rear of the shop. After a few minutes of perusing the racks of summer clothing, Helen had accumulated an armful. She glanced around the shop, looking...

When I was in my early twenties, I had to relocate to a larger city for work. Because I wasn’t established and didn’t command an impressive salary, I quickly realized that I probably couldn’t afford to pay for my own place. I didn’t know anyone else living in the area, so I searched through all types of ads trying to find someone who was seeking a roommate. There wasn’t much time to waste, so I soon met with several diffe...

Lexi After we got home and settled with Ginger and Rose, Will and I took a shower together before getting into bed for some up close and personal time. I was resisting telling the others about my wild night with Davina and Juan at the resort but Sarah reminded me that it might be fun to tell each of them separately. Will and I were just getting each other turned on when I had an idea. Between Davina and Juan, I had a fair...

= 1: Angelica = “Come and meet my boyfriend; he will give you a tour, and you can get to meet the team.” Stefan needed no encouragement; he has been a rugby union fan since childhood, a club supporter, and is a regular at home games. I took a lot of care with my outfit. After the hot time in the caravan with Kirsten, I could not be sure whether sex was on the menu. I might meet club officials and, heaven forbid, their wiv...

It was a typical mid-summer Saturday afternoon. A longtime friend, Mike, had invited me to stop over that evening to hang out. Mike’s house was about a ninety-minute drive away and it was inferred that there would be quite a bit of drinking involved, so I packed a bag just in case I needed it. Mike was in his mid-thirties, and I was a few years older than him. He had recently gone through a divorce from his second wife an...