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Because of the snow, Jimmy kept the bar closed on Friday. However, Denver snowstorms often have a limited shelf life and after a sunny Saturday, the roads were relatively clear, Jimmy called everyone and we reopened on Saturday. Most of the crowd had been off on Friday and were looking to party on Saturday Night.

Beth brought Billy in with her to the bar. He looked happy but very tired while Beth looked Radiant but was walking slightly bowlegged and she confessed that she was having trouble sitting down when she brought me my drink. Billy told me that they had spent all of Friday in bed and had only gotten up Saturday for a romp in the snow and Billy's first snowball fight.

I noticed that Billy couldn't seem to take his eyes off Beth and every time she looked at him she smiled and blushed. When Beth took a break, I joined them. "Beth, Billy: even though I don't like to make snap judgements about relationships, it's clear to me that you two are meant for each other and that I am very happy for both of you. I don't want either of you to feel uncomfortable around me, so I hereby renounce any sexual claim that I may have had on you, Beth." to Billy I said "You have my best wishes and always remember to cherish and take care your woman because she's worth it."

For the rest of that spring their life seemed to be bliss with Billy doing well in his paramedic courses even though I had to help him in anatomy and physiology and how to use algebra to titrate dosage with pain meds. Beth was teaching him French and on the weekends she introduced him to the Denver art and museum world.

A week or two before I left for Walter Reed I found Beth really mad and I feared that they had a fight.

Beth responded "Oh no, it's not Billy; it's my ex-fiancee. I just got these ... and she handed me a sheaf of poorly focused 4 X 5 photos of her fiance in various sex positions with two women in a seedy motel room. The clothes scattered across the floor identified the women as Australian nurses from what I could tell. The back of the photos showed a stamp from a developer in Sidney.

The note with the photos read: "Memories, mate from your Aussie Amazons."

Beth was close to tears "Did he do this to taunt me? I thought I was over him but this still hurts!"

I asked to see the package that they came in and she handed me a tattered shipping envelope that was stamped and over-stamped with mailroom routing marks from one one firebase to another across Viet Nam and finally to Beth's address in Denver.

I laughed "The dumb cluck left your address as his home of record and the mail clerks got tired of trying to track him down and just sent it to you. I still have some friends in Infantry Branch who can find out his next stateside duty station and I can get them to ship this to his next post. He didn't mean to hurt you but it was still thoughtless."

Another thought came to me " You know that the best form of revenge is living well. Why don't you show him you're over him by sending him some pictures of what you and Billy have been up to? I'll be glad to take pictures." My ulterior motive was to try out my brand new Ashki Pentax 35 mm SLR and I wouldn't mind watching Billy and Beth have sex again. I had a friend who did portrait photography as a sideline and I figured that I could borrow his lighting and reflector setup. I could get the film at a discount and develop and print the photos at the base craft shop.

Beth thought for a moment "I think that's a great idea, let's talk to Billy about it."

Surprisingly, Billy was camera shy. "I dunno Uncle George. I'm not sure that I can perform in front of a camera. I used to belong to a camera club in high school, why don't you let me take the pictures?"

I responded "Billy, you're Beth's lover now and you should be the one making love to her in the photographs. What are you worried about? You'll have a mask. Besides, it's my Pentax and I want to take the pictures."

This absurd conversation went on until Beth spoke up. "I think both of you should take pictures. George, you can take some glamor shots of me in my new underwear and if Billy still wants to take pictures, then you can fill in for him in front of the camera. After all you were my first black lover and I know that Billy's not jealous of you. However, I would appreciate it if both of you would participate in my revenge. My fiance had two women and I can't let him outdo me."

After that, Billy and I couldn't think of anything to say so I started to get everything ready for the shoot. My wife had already taken the girls back East to look for housing and schools. I was left behind to finish cleaning up the place prior to Base Housing inspection. After I got it cleaned up and re-painted white, I stripped the Living room and draped a couch with a white blanket and set up the lighting and reflectors. I taped the drapes so that the bright lights wouldn't attract the neighbor's (or the MP's) attention.

Beth and Billy arrived and I welcomed them in. Beth was in a plain housedress that buttoned up the front and was carrying her heels and a makeup kit. She went into the bathroom to get ready while Billy helped me to get ready and check the light levels. He was fascinated with the Single Lens Reflex camera and the thru the lens light meter because it was so much easier than the cameras he had learned on. He especially liked the high quality macro lens I was using.

When Beth came out of the bathroom, she was still in the housedress but she had hose and open toe high heels with ankle straps. We sat down to share a joint and a drink to calm the jitters. I kidded Beth about her 'take me home and fuck me shoes'. She replied "Well, I should hope so!" and we all laughed.

With the lights on, the room had started to heat up and Beth said "It's too hot for this dress." and stood up to unbutton it and place it across the chair. She stood there, dressed in heels, thigh-highs, garter belt, push-up open cup bra and a grin as we both stared in appreciation. "My ex is going to be so sorry. You guys should strip down too so that I won't feel uncomfortable."

After Billy and I got down to our boxers, I started to put Beth in some of my favorite Bettie Paige poses until I needed to change film and she said "I'm starting to feel like I could use some company, won't one of you join me?" I could tell she was aroused by the flush of her cheeks and the gleam from the lights on her lower lips.

I looked at Billy and he said "You go ahead, give me a chance with the Pentax." I was still nervous about getting started up again with Beth but by then my cock was doing the thinking for both of us so I handed the camera to Billy and put on the black mask. When I stepped up beside her, she smiled up so sweetly at me that my heart jumped and so did my dick. Beth grinned as she turned to face me as if we were dance pardners and looking down at my shorts, said "I see someone is happy to see me. You haven't been with your wife for a couple of weeks now, have you? " and reached into my boxers to fish out my old 'nine-iron'. I responded by grabbing her butt and my fingers slipped into her nethers to find that she was moist and flowing. "Hey!" she laughed and turned to see if Billy was photographing my fingers between her cheeks. Of course he was and he was already down on one knee focusing on her backside with the rangefinder.

Beth responded by playfully hiding behind me and I grabbed her hands and pulled them around to return them to what she had been doing earlier. She used one hand to cradle my jewels and the other to slowly manipulate my half staff ebony shaft. Billy said "That's a great contrast shot; hold it while I focus and set the aperture." Meanwhile, I had pulled her close with one arm while I slipped the other arm between us and my finger into her wet and silken folds.

"You heard the man, hold still." as I worked my finger into her and she jumped and twitched.

"Hold still yourself." as she started jerking my rapidly hardening 'nine iron' until I was 'standing to attention'. I turned to face her and we slipped into a passionate kiss. Gradually I worked my way with lips and tongue down her neck, shoulders, chest and belly. When I got to her silken thighs and started into her forest of soft curls, I pushed her back to the arm of the couch and lifted her leg so that I could have better access to her sweet lagoon of mystery.

Beth responded " Oh god, that's nice; you should teach this to Billy." "Billy, are you paying attention here?"

I joined in "Billy, don't let any one tell you different. Real men eat pussy. And take it from one who knows, this is one of the sweetest pussies in the world."

Beth began to shiver and moan. "Oh ... OH ... Yes ... YES! That's so good!" I could tell that she was excited to be the center of attention and the delicious taboo of recording her hitherto secret desires and sexuality had her trembling at the brink. It didn't take long before she was pulling he back of my head into her juncture and bucking against my pressing lips and tongue. When I finally touched the tip of my little finger to her rosebud, she cried "Uh ... uh ... ah ... ah ... AAAAAH!" and drenched my mustache before she looked down into my eyes with a look of pure lust.

I stood up with the tip of my rigid John Thomas dragging up her thigh and across her heaving abdomen to come to rest just below her sternum. Beth looked up into my eyes with her face scarlet from her recent orgasm. Silently and trembling, she sank down from her perch on the arm of the couch to kneel between my feet and take me into her beautiful lips and wet warm mouth. Her eyes never left mine as she licked and sucked while she fondled my testes. When she reached between my legs to pull my buttocks towards her face I cradled her cheeks in my hands. Her eyes closed and she swallowed me to the root. She held my phallus so long and so deep in her throat that I feared for her breath and I pulled back and she inhaled as she opened her eyes briefly and then sank her lips back to my sac. I could feel her tongue on my balls and her throat repeatedly contract and convulse as it attempted to swallow my glans.

I finally pulled my liquid coated member from her mouth with a small trail of saliva from her lips as she rose to sit and then lay down on the couch pulling me towards her center. Her face and chest were flushed as she spread her silk sheathed thighs to reveal the moist dark curls framing her red, swollen labia and shining clitoris. As I saw her look at Billy, her expression was a mixture of embarrassment, lust and supplication as she pulled my cock towards her crotch. I glanced back at Billy only to see a big grin on his face and a thumbs-up sign. Her eyes closed in pleasure as I entered her hot channel and she sighed "Il est bon de vous sentir à l'intérieur de moi de nouveau George." I leaned back to watch my cock move in and out of her coral lips as I worked my hips back and forth.

"Beth, that is so hot! Uncle George, could you spread her thighs a little?" Billy asked "Beth, could you touch your breasts and pinch your nipples? Great!"

Beth was both embarrassed and excited by this lewd behavior and I could feel her tremble as I lightly brushed her hot button with a wet thumb. She began to jerk and buck while her eyes rolled and her head flopped back and forth as she began to come again and pulled me down on top of her to pound her into sweet oblivion while she murmured "Je vous aime. j'aime votre grand coc noir. J'aime votre grand coq noir enterré dans mon petit minet chaud. Oui ... oh, oui, oui ... oui ... OouhAAA!"She clutched at my back as her vagina spasmed and gushed around my ebony piston. When she finally opened her eyes, she began to laugh.

I followed her gaze to find my nephew operating my camera with one hand while he stroked himself with the other."Billy, if you drop that camera, so help me, you'll be sorry you even got up this morning."

"Sorry, uncle George, I'll be more careful, you just keep fucking my beautiful girlfriend."He replied with a grin.

Beth looked up at me, her lust filled eyes laughing."You heard the man, fuck me. Fuck me hard uncle George, mon grand amant noir. Uh ... Uh ... UH! Fuck me ... Fuck meeee! Oh ... OH ... OHHH mon amour! oui, oui ... OUI! You're gonna make me ... I'm gonna ... help me ... I'm ... I'm ... a ... a ... aggAAAIN!"

I followed her orgasm with my own as I spasmed and slammed myself into her hot wet pudding with a loud smacking and liquid sucking sound and the smell of our sex filled the air. Beth clutched at my butt cheeks as I buried my nine iron as deep as I could with a roar and emptied at least two weeks of sperm into her hot clutching vessel. She pulled me into a hungry kiss as her vaginal walls continued to milk me dry. She then looked up at Billy with a sweet smile of deep and lustful contentment.

Billy responded with a big smile of his own and stepped around to the front of the couch with a huge dome in the front of his shorts. "Is that a gun in there or are you just glad to see me?"Beth broke into a grin as she reached up to stroke him appreciatively before pulling down his now tight boxers.

I disengaged and rose up to take back the SLR and hand the mask to Billy. As I pulled out of Beth, I left a trail of pearly essence leaking from her now gleaming and distended violet labia and I thought to myself "How beautiful that is; it looks just like some exotic flower."

Meanwhile, Beth had dislodged Billy from his boxers and was in the middle of her sword swallowing act with Billy's monster eleven inches. Once again, I was amazed to watch it slide down her gullet. I saw her eyes roll back in pleasure while her vagina repeatedly clenched and expelled some of my spend to drip down onto the blanket below her cheeks. When she finally pulled his turgid and glistening member from her beautiful, saliva ringed lips, she looked as proud and happy as any angler with a trophy fish on display.

Her face flush, Beth looked up at Billy "Lover, are you ready for me now? Cause I think your Uncle just got me warmed up and ready for you."She rose up to kneel with her back to him and offer up the twin perfect globes of her rosy rump to her beau to appreciate and fondle. I was standing in front of her photographing while Billy rubbed himself between her wet pink cheeks and lubricated himself with Beth's and my essence. Her gaze fell on my own lust slimed organ and she smiled and reached out to pull me forward and clean me with her mouth and tongue. When she was finished, she licked her lips and gave me a friendly little pat. "You see George, you taught me well about cleaning up my lovers; thank you for my wonderful education."

Just then Billy began to insert himself into Beth and she closed her eyes under arched brows and groaned loudly before biting her lip and burying her reddened face into the blanket as he worked his massive tool into her hot lower passage. As he rocked his hips back and forth against her moist, silk clad thighs, she hooked her open toed shoes around the back of his knees and looked up over her shoulder, lost in lust, as he pressed down into her. "Oh god, Billy ... you're so big ... it feels so good. Give it to me, mon amour, ... uh ... give me ... uh ... your ... uh ... big ... uh ... black ... uh ... cock ... UH! Oh ... that's good ... oh ... oh ... oooh! Beth was both panting and whimpering in thrall to the pleasure she felt from Billy's member and quickly began to orgasm."

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This story continues directly on from my previous story, “Remember Me? - Part 1”In the morning, I woke up from a deep sleep, where I had been dreaming, with crystal clarity and amazing detail, about my high school days. I was lying on my right side, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself looking at an unfamiliar window. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was, but then I remembered. I was in my hotel room, and I had gone to the reunion. I turned to lie on my back, and then the other memories...

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Remember Me

I wish to thank my evil twin vella for taking the time to edit for me. This is my first try at Romance, be gentle with me. * It was another rainy day, the third one in a row to be exact. I decided to brave the downpour and go to the little coffee shop next door for my daily dose of courage. On my way back to the gallery a young man who decided to do an impromptu dance sidetracked me. He was singing while he swayed from side to side and then hopped over a fire hydrant. His female companion...

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Remember

Am I remembering? Or is it something from a lifetime ago? Before we were we, when you were you and I was me. It was a crazy time. The streets were burning, and I was there. Did I know you then? No, I don't think so. I would remember. I knew you were near, though. I could feel you. I know that now. All I knew then was that there was ... something ... incomplete ... about the way I was living. And behaving. My parents would never have understood. Or even recognized me. During that...

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Remembering Eighteen

Look, man, everybody whines about turning thirty in private, you know that. I’m just honest about it with my friends is all. And it isn’t just being thirty. Maybe it’s the city and the tiny apartment and the bouncing from one job to another for ten years. I like it most of the time but it ain’t where I thought I’d be when I was a kid. I never wanted to live in the suburbs like Missy probably is now, but it’d be nice to have the option, you know? And I don’t. I can’t afford that bedroom...

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Remembering Johnny

I haven’t seen Johnny Marquart in at least 30 years and probably closer to 35. I was six when I first moved into the housing project. Johnny and Bobby lived across the street on the circle with their mother Pearl, there little brother Bunker, and their sisters Cathy and Flossie and little sister Maryanne. I don’t remember the first time I met them. I believe Johnny was a little older than me, he was kinda the leader in the little group of friends I hung around then. I remember he had blond...

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Remember That Night

“I remember that night, the first time I met him.” The older lady said. The younger woman sitting alongside cocked her head to one side, and listened intently. “I had taken a sabbatical from my university studies, and gone travelling.” She continued “Unheard of at the time, but the idea of a ‘gap year’ is quite common, now, of course.” The young woman nodded in encouragement, but did not speak, she simply continued to listen. “I’d wound up on Skiathos, in the Mediterranean Sea” the old...

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Remember Me Part 2

This story continues directly on from my previous story, “Remember Me? – Part 1” In the morning, I woke up from a deep sleep, where I had been dreaming, with crystal clarity and amazing detail, about my high school days. I was lying on my right side, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself looking at an unfamiliar window. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was, but then I remembered. I was in my hotel room, and I had gone to the reunion. I turned to lie on my back, and then the other...

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Remembering the First a Second Time

It was a hot, lonely summer evening. My wife was away on a girlfriend's trip. I was out of town myself, spending the weekend at my parent's house. They were away on vacation and I was 'house-sitting' for them. With nothing better to do, I headed out to the local bar. It had been twenty years since I'd been to the place. I used to hang out there with my friends during our college years, as usual, trying to pick up women. I was enjoying a beer, laughing to myself realizing the pictures on the...

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Remembering My Senior Prom

— My senior prom is memorable in lots of ways, most memorable to me is the blowjob. I'd rented a limo and got a room at the Hilton for our after party. I had some money for this as I'd been doing a little work for local businesses. Installing accounting and office systems, things like that. Though the thing which paid best was the tech support once I'd installed the system. So I could afford to turn up to Jasmine's in a stretch limo. Her dad opened the door, "Good evening Mr...

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Remembering Becky Ch 05

Thank you for hanging in there so far and especially for the wonderful support and encouragement shown me by so many, both public and private. * A picnic? Well, I wasn’t planning on anything like that yesterday when this grand adventure started. Then again, there wasn’t a whole lot that had occurred that WAS expected. Dreams and expectations are two totally different things. So as Becky turned on the shower, I briefly thought about what we could bring on this picnic. Seconds later, when I...

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Remembering Becky Ch 08

Thanks for following along so far. This chapter deals with a part of Becky and David’s relationship which has struck a definite chord with a great number of readers, judging by the incredible number of anonymous comments I have gotten. Thanks for them all, and there’s no real need to be shy about what you like either. We’re all friends here. As the story nears its conclusion, Becky and David keep rolling merrily along… * The months flew past, and summer soon turned to fall, which became...

2 years ago
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Remembering Becky Ch 06

Thank you so much for continuing with me and for your support and encouragement. * That was how we began, and we became a couple after that weekend… sort of. As Becky had warned me, there was only so much of her to go around. Although her oldest was off at college, Kelly was graduating high school and shopping around for a college of her own. Then there was this Jerry, whoever the hell he was. How did he feel about this arrangement? Who knows? Probably not over-enthused, I would imagine,...

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Remember To Scream

Roland Bell concluded that Las Vegas had advantages as a place for 850 neurologists to discuss pain, advantages beyond having more hotel rooms than any other city in America. For those devoting their careers to investigating pain and confronting its harrowing extremes, chronic urgency was an occupational hazard. By its nature, however, urgency could not be permanent, it was by definition an acceleration of life’s norm. Still, raked by the cries, moans, screams—and the shattering pleas for...

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Remember When Ch 08

Edited by luvtaread * ‘Not long after the snowy weekend Katy got the good news that she was pregnant, but it was a few more months before Ashley was ready. So as the school year was wrapping up I arrived home to a strange sight…’ Brandon had no sooner entered his home than Katy rushed up to him and said, ‘Hurry doctor it’s the patient upstairs she’s critical.’ Katy was wearing her sexy nurse outfit that told him some sort of game was going on and if he was right it was one of his...

2 years ago
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Remember These

It was our anniversary, and my parents had offered to take our kids to get some quality couple time. As much as we love our offspring, the chance for the two of us to take a long earned time out to enjoy some us time was not hard to accept. We bid our children farewell, and headed to the bright lights of the city. My wife still made my pulse race after ten years of wedded bliss as she turned and smiled at me in that way that told me I had better prepare for long hours of pleasure. Her hand...

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Remember Remember The Fifth Of November

The fifth of November? OK, so we learnt about that in infant school. That Guy Fawkes dude plotting to blow up King Charles II. Or was it Charles I? Anyway, the gunpowder under the Houses of Parliament and then getting caught and killed and having heads stuck up as warnings around London. So we civilised 21 st century folks like to celebrate that by setting off fireworks. Fun! I do like a bit of history. It’s pretty tragic how the idiots got caught though isn’t it? One of the gang decided to...

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Remembering

©2012 Mendon Fishers It was a Saturday morning and it was raining. I usually got up and played golf with friends on Saturdays, weather permitting. This Saturday the weather was defiantly not permitting. A quick check of the Weather Channel told me it was going to rain hard all day. Then I remembered it was Christmas morning. My usual foursome would be spending the day with their families. Me, I didn’t have a family anymore. I was spending the day alone. They had families who would love to...

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Remembering Christmas

In the morning I awoke to noises coming from the living room. There beside me is nothing but my wife’s nightgown. It is Christmas morning and our 3 year old daughter is anxious to tear into her presents. As I stumble from the bedroom, I give my wife a nice passionate morning kiss as she prepares to start breakfast. It is a shame she is already dressed because I like nothing better than to run my hands over that fabulous figure as we cook together. I see the flash of her wedding ring that she...

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Remembering San Francisco Fleet Week 1973

[ For Michael, an xhamster member, who asked me to write something in remembrance of that time (in 1973) during Fleet Week when coming into the San Francisco bay he was so eager to get off the ship and find some serious sexual indulgence after tossing about on the South China Sea! This is for you, Michael! Hope it does justice to what you've told me about it! ]I'd been stuck on the South China Sea for months. During that time everything around me seemed one, uniform, drab grey. The ship was...

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Remembering

It was a Saturday morning and it was raining. I usually got up and played golf with friends on Saturdays, weather permitting. This Saturday the weather was defiantly not permitting. A quick check of the Weather Channel told me it was going to rain hard all day. Then I remembered it was Christmas morning. My usual foursome would be spending the day with their families. Me, I didn't have a family anymore. I was spending the day alone. They had families who would love to have them hang around...

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Remembering a Dream

I still remember the first time I saw Emily. I was in grad school, walking from my almost non-existent office to my car. It was a typical early Spring day in North Carolina — still a touch chilly, but sunny enough to remind you that Winter had breathed its last. Cutting across the quad, I saw the inevitable Ultimate Frisbee game: guys with their shirts off, chasing the frisbee here and there, girls watching the guys and sunning themselves. I was single, 26, and healthy enough, so of course I...

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Remembering Becky Ch 02

In Chapter One, we got to know each other and then proceeded to have a very unusual and intimate encounter. The story continues….. After I spent the weekend worrying about Becky’s abrupt departure Friday evening, I arrived at work Monday morning to find a package about the size of a shoe box on my desk, wrapped in foil. I opened it up to find a smaller box inside, also wrapped. Unwrapping that box I found a bag inside. Inside the bag, another wrapped box. I looked around to see if anyone was...

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remembering my first

Do you remember your first?I remember very vividly the first spanking I received in my life it has led me to the enjoyment I still get out of being spanked to this day. It also left such an erotic impression on my mind that even all these years later I must have many of the elements of my first included in my punishment to this day. Otherwise it just does not feel like a complete spanking and punishment and comes up short of the complete and utter enjoyment I derive from having my bottom bared...

2 years ago
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Remembering Becky Ch 01

The story begins in the year 1995, late spring. This is the story of my relationship with a very special lady. A relationship that ended far too soon, but left wonderful memories… * It was just around the time when I thought I had hit rock bottom. I was just past forty, divorced going on four years. A divorce that left me crippled emotionally as well as finacially. I was so broke I couldn’t even afford to own a car, despite my having a good job. If you’re divorced and paying child support, I...

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Remembering old times part II Chapter 22

When I heard Gaby walking down with another girl my brain went on a spin at the speed of light. Gaby says ‘Hey hun, we have an idea that I know you will like’. Remember, I was on the pummel horse, impaled to the dildo on the wall. And since I was also still gagged, I really could not answer or ask – ‘What you talking about Gaby?.’ So I waited patiently for Gaby to disconnect me from the dildo and maybe take my gag off so that I could at least talk. Gaby said to the other girl ‘Mandy, this is my...

3 years ago
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Remembering Helen

I dedicate this story to Helen, I just found out she died today. I was just heading out the door for work when my phone rang. I considered ignoring it, but something told me I needed to answer. “Hello.” I grumbled. “I’m so glad I caught you, it’s Helen.” The exasperated voice said. “My car’s dead again, can you swing by and pick me up?” Helen and I worked together, I was 23, she was 43. She’d been divorced for about 10 years. The only luck she ever had was bad. She was a great person and...

2 years ago
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Remembering Charlie with Joanna 4th Ch

My overseas trip back was uneventful: we flew through the night, I had an opportunity to work and blow my cock under the blanket; the seat beside me was empty. Returning home meant a heavy workload; however I managed to spent time on my hobby, photography. I have been taking landscape and portrait photos for a while now and, although not top professional quality, still quite good (from what people tell me…). The photo business has the tagline: “Professional – Friendly – Privat” and has worked...

1 year ago
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Remembering the Baker twins and my buddy Glen

I fondly remember the Baker twins. They were a pair of fantastic looking girls. Nice and tall and well built with tits that just screamed out for attention. Their long legs appeared to end with a meaty, juicy pussy and nice round figure skater asses. Not that we thought much about their asses beyond looking at them of course. HaHa. The “we” here are me, Bob, and my buddy Glen. Unfortunately the Bakers girls were also the consummate cock teasers. While they would always seem to want to move...

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