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‘Hey, Anne. Fancy a drink tonight?’ Asked Kevin, while picking up boxes of feed, for his daughters pony.

‘Kevin, how many times have I told you. I don’t go out with married men!’

‘Aw come on. Just two drinks, I’ll be the perfect gentleman.’

‘Don’t believe you…anyway I’ve got a boyfriend. Me might object’ she giggled.

‘Spoilsport. Hope he’s looking after you, anyway’ and as he walked past her, gave her bottom a playful squeeze. He did it every time.

‘Hoy…don’t touch what you can’t afford!’

‘Oh, I can afford it darling….you know I can’ quipped, the Irishman, as he walked towards the door. ‘One day, Anne….one day, you’ll be mine!’

After the door closed behind him, the young woman, smiling as she always did after Kevin’s visits, walked to the door and locked it up for lunchtime.

Her boyfriend Rob, had asked her to lunch at the Red Lion for a bar meal and she was excited to see him again. This would be their fifth ‘date’ and she was hopeful, this man would be ‘the one’.

As she walked to the pub she found herself comparing the two men. Kevin and Rob. Kevin was a successful businessman, big house, trophy wife, daughter. Rob, driver, lived at home, and few prospects. She pushed these thoughts aside, and pushed the bar door open and went inside. The bar was busy.

Anne Henderson…25 years old was not happy walking into bars on her own. Even though it was 1985, she still liked to be e****ted wherever she went. A modern girl, with old fashioned ways. She was an attractive girl, with long wiry, jet black hair…a complexion, that burned in hot sun, and a figure that often turned men’s heads, and often ladies. She stood at 5’7′, and had everything in the right place. Her breasts weren’t huge, a B cup at best, but they were perfect on her. Her bottom, which had been given to her by her mother, was as near perfection as could ever be described. If she had been famous, the ‘Rear of the year’ trophy would only have one home. It was perfect. Firm to the touch, and wonderful on the eye.

When she walked into the bar that day, 30 years ago, a hush fell down on the lunchtime drinkers. A wolf whistle was heard, then men giggling. She just didn’t like walking into bars on her own. Her boyfriend was at the end of the bar waiting.

Rob Broom, was three years older than Anne, at 28. A nice guy of 5’11’, but could only be described as ‘average’…’Mr Average’. He was a driver for a meat company and worked long hard hours. As honest as the day was long, he was destined to go… nowhere. But was happy with his lot.

‘Hi Anne.Your looking nice today. Here sit here.’ greeted the young man, graciously offering the girl his seat.

‘Thank you Rob. You ok? Enjoying your day off.

‘Always enjoy my day off, haha. Still woke up early though. Was weeding mums garden at six this morning.’

‘Good for you. How is she? Ok? It’s her birthday soon isn’t it?’

‘Yes she’s fine, thanks. Fifty on Saturday. Wow. We’re having a surprise tea for her. Wwwould you like to come?’ he stuttered, still getting to grips with this dating malarkey.

‘Yes, that’s wonderful. I’d love too. She replied. ‘I could bake a cake’

A few feet away, sitting just out of eyesight, Kevin O’Leary was nearly vomiting. ‘What a fucking waste’ he said, under his breath. ‘What a fucking waste.’

Aged 32, O’Leary was an opportunist. If he saw a gap somewhere, anywhere, and he liked it, he took it. Business or pleasure, it didn’t matter. He was what is known as an entrepreneur. No set job title, just a man who earned very good money, by wheeling and dealing. Not always law abiding, but not bad enough to raise suspicion. He was known best at the time as a bit of a ‘jack the lad’.

He hadn’t quite learned the art of being faithful, either. His wife, also called Anne, was a very good looking woman who owned a hairdressing shop. It had been her grandmothers, and had been passed down to her when the old lady died. She ran it but didn’t work there. She turned a blind eye to her husbands flirting but didn’t know how far he went. She was foolish that way.

The courting couple, made small talk, while eating their tuna sandwiches, sipping soft drinks and being generally…dull. That was Kevin’s take on it anyway. He would so like to walk up to her, tell him to fuck off and die, then lay her over a table and ram his 7′ cock right down the young girls throat. Subtlety was probably a better idea.

‘Hello,again Anne. And who’s this young fellow….your new boyfriend?’ He asked knowingly.

‘Hi Mr O’Leary…yes this is Rob Broom. Rob, this Kevin O’Leary, a customer of ours.’ she introduced, unsure why her tummy was in knots.

The two men shook hands, Robs being nearly crushed by the older mans powerful grip. He was unaware of the power game that had just begun.

Anne looked at the two men before her, and found herself, again, comparing. She shouldn’t be doing that and chastised herself for doing it. Rob was a good hardworking man, and would, she was sure, be a good provider, that is, should their relationship get that far. She doubted the excitement levels would ever be that high, but, as her mum had told her often, ….’What you’ve never had, you’ve never missed’.

Kevin, on the other hand, was the devil incarnate. A bigger, stronger man, all together. And not just in stature. He had a confidence she’d seen in few men, an easy wit, with a silver tongue, he always had her laughing. The feeling in the pit of her tummy, now that worried her.

She was no virgin, but had only been with three boyfriends in her time and none of them were experienced. She’d had sex a number of times, and although enjoyed it, she didn’t really see what all the fuss was about. With her boyfriends past and present, non, turned her tummy the way that Kevin O’Leary did.

Sitting in the bar right then, looking at the two men, she could feel her cotton pants getting a little moist, and she squirmed. Also, her nipples seemed to be tingling. Her first thought was, she could be starting her period. Her nipples did that, when the curse appeared. However, she had that last week, so it must be something else making her body respond. She knew, oh she knew alright. She just wouldn’t admit it. Nice as Rob was, he didn’t make her nipples, hard like that, or, make her tummy churn like it was, right then.

‘Pint of Guinness, and drinks for these two love birds, Walter please.’ Kevin asked the landlord. ‘And, to be sure, make them alcohol…not these pop things they have now’

‘Oh Kevin. I’m going back to work in half an hour…ill be slurring my words if I have a drink’ Anne protested. Rob was saying nothing as he was a little bit uncomfortable in the bigger, older mans company. He knew of him, and knew he was a player, and, way out of his depth.

‘Anne, bejezzers, one drinks not gonna hurt ya…I promise’ he replied winking at her.

‘Ok…ill have a glass of cider. Just one mind. And Rob can’t have one he’s driving’.

‘Ach, that’s foin’ he replied.

Anne loved his accent, and knew that that was what made her like him so much. She’d been to Dublin once, on a hen weekend, and fell in love with the smooth dialect of the people from the south.

It wasn’t lost on Kevin, that Anne had made that decision, for Rob not to have a drink. Wimp. No woman would ever dare to to make an announcement, about him like that.

‘And a glass of strongbow for the lady, cheers Walter. Get ya self one if ya want’ he asked, handing the landlord a £50 note, peeled from a role of notes, an inch thick.

Rob saw the fistful of money the other man held, and thought of what he had in his own pocket. He had been to the cash point, before coming here, and had about half the value of the note Kevin had just cashed, left in his pocket. That itself hammered home an inadequacy which just joined the list of the other ones.

‘So Rob, where you taking this beautiful colleen tonight then…dancing, nice meal…pictures maybe…no wait….it’ll be all of them…won’t it?’

‘Er…no. Actually Friday’s my night at darts night. I’m in my dads team’

‘Darts…on a Friday. Too be sure, I’m well, shocked. A gorgeous thing like Anne and your away playing darts. Come on there….ya can’t be serious. Are ya?’

‘Oh I don’t mind, Kevin. We haven’t been going out long, and everybody’s entitled to their own space.’ There she goes again, answering for him, thought Kevin. What a wimp.

‘I, I, I take Anne out during the week normally.’ Said an embarrassed Rob.

‘Oh well, that’s something I suppose.’

Kevin stood slightly to Annes right, his hand on the bar behind her. Rob was on the other side. Anybody watching would think that Anne was with Kevin, and Rob was the spare part. He felt that way as it was.

Rob decided to say nothing, as what he did say, just seemed to make him sound…inadequate. It was a very good observation.

Kevin was called away to speak to someone, and Rob asked if they could go and sit at a table…by themselves. Anne scolded him for being silly. ‘He’s just bought me a drink. That would be so rude.!’

‘Sorry about that. Wheels of industry…never stop turning’ he said as he pushed a thick envelope deep into his front pocket. Anne followed the action, and then noticed the bulge, accompanying his pocket. He must have something stuffed in there. It couldn’t be natural….could it. She dragged her eyes away.

Anne felt something tickling her back, and shivered. She was wearing a blouse, which was quite thin but wasn’t see through. The feeling was that of one, when someone drags their fingernails over your flesh making you have goosebumps. She couldn’t move or complain, because that might cause a scene. She certainly didn’t want that.

The finger nail, halted at her bra strap, and for one horrible moment she thought he was going to snap it open. He just traced a line, on both sides, teasing her. She hoped her bra was padded enough to hide the evidence she was so obviously feeling. All the time he teased her, he talked in that accent, making it sound as if he were serenading her. She giggled a bit to much, and laughed a bit too long, but, Rob being Rob…didn’t notice.

And then it was time to go back to work. Rob was on days off, but he was in an even bigger hurry than Anne to get out of there.

‘That’s it Kevin. Thanks for the cider…it’s gone right to my head. I feel…light headed.’

Rob had excused himself a moment earlier to go to the toilet, and Kevin moved in, taking full advantage.

‘Bejezzers that’s the time I should be setting against ya. Ya defences are down, and I should be eating ya up. Haha. Anne, lassie, ya a fair beautiful woman, and I’d run away with ya tomorra if yeed have me. Haha. We’d make babies all day long and, probably half the night too. I can see you being a passionate woman, so I can’….all said, with a smile that would melt the polar icecap. His hand, now that she was standing, had moved south, to just on the waistband of her work dress. He saw Rob returning, and unseen by him he dropped his hand just a few further inches, taking one of those perfect globes in his big hand, squeezing it gently. Their was an intake of breath, barely noticeable, but the 25 year old, never flinched a muscle. Kevin kept his hand there, teasing her,unseen by her trusting boyfriend.

‘Come on, then Rob. You’ve shopping for your mum to do, don’t forget.’and extracted herself from Kevin’s wandering hands. Rob was saying goodbye to Walter the landlord, and Anne moved in close to Kevin, and whispered….’behave’. He might have done if she’d been more f***eful, but her smile gave her away.

‘Oh oi….oi will, if I thought ya meant it’ he said, quite openly, not giving a jot that her boring boyfriend was only a few feet away.

‘Meant what?’ Asked Mr Boring.

‘Oh er Kevin was just saying er, that we should……’

‘Oi I was just saying I meant to be home an hour ago….the wife promised me some afternoon deloight if I’d been home earlier. I’ve missed that. Never moind’.

Annes toes curled every time he spoke.

‘What’s afternoon delight?’ asked a very confused Rob.

‘You explain!…. Right you love birds, be good. If you can’t be good, be careful.’ And Kevin was gone.

‘Sorry, Anne, he’s lost me. What’s he on about?’

‘Doesn’t matter. Come on. I’m late’

‘Oh….ok. Bye Walter’

‘Ok you two. See youse next time’

‘Afternoon delight….Anne, is that a sweet?’

‘No, Rob…it’s not a sweet’ she answered, as they left the bar, saying under her breath ‘give me bl**dy strength’

A car horn peeped as the couple walked towards Robs little Ford Fiesta. They both saw Kevin’s Datsun 260ZX roar by as he waved at the couple. Annes nipples hardened again, as once more she realised she had missed so much, so many times in her short life.

Something she feared poor Rob was not somehow up to.

Xxx

At thee o’clock that same Friday, Anne Oleary was lying face down, over a large solid wood table, an 8′ cock filling her pussy at such a f***e, she could hardly breath. Her long dark hair was jerked back at every thrust and she f***ed her arse back to show her appreciation of the pleasure she was gaining.

Kevin Oleary gazed at his wife’s round arse at it wobbled every time he banged into her. He had one hand on her hip and one in her hair, as he pounded the fuck out of her. He’d arrived home just a few minutes earlier, to the delightful sight of his wife of 9 years, stretched over the table, cleaning up after their daughter Nicci, had been baking on it. Nicci was now out, until teatime and wasn’t in danger of returning and spoiling what was about to happen.

It being summer, and warm, Anne OLeary was dressed for the weather. An old sl**pless tee shirt and skimpy shorts were all she wore, with a thin pair of bikini briefs below. No bra.

Kevin could see the swell of her breasts as she wiped down the table, and said…’Just hold that pose there Annie. I’ve something for you’ as he ran a hand up the inside of her leg and under her shorts.

‘Mmm, that’s nice baby.’

‘Anne, these pants are….wet. Have you been diddling’

‘Mmm, maybe. You were supposed to be here two hours ago. What’s a girl to do. Yes…just there…this heat…you know what I’m like. Fuck…aha. Yes!! Nicci wanted to bake. Ah ah!!! It….distracted me. Come on, baby…I need fucking. Need it bad!!’

Kevin pulled his wife back a little till she was straight legged and bent at 45 degrees to the table. With his thumbs he lowered her shorts and briefs, noticing the soggy mess in the crotch area. He leaned forward and raised the tee over her head, leaving her completely naked. Her body was in excellent shape, and maintaining that shape was paramount to her. She knew if she didn’t scrub up, she’d be shipped out. Simple as…..

He swiped a finger through her labia, and finding no need of foreplay, fed his thick 8′ cock into her folds, as easy as a knife, through melted butter. ‘Fucking hell, this bitch is in heat!’ Kevin said to himself. He picked the pace up, and she responded as she always did, meeting his thrusts with a fervour he never tired of. He looked down at her puckered hole and wished she’d let him have it. It was always a no, know matter how pissed or horny she was.

‘Come on, lover….you can do better. Ugh ugh. Fuuuck!…, yes yes yes. Good…that’s it…good.’

‘I want ya arsehole’

‘Haha….fuck off…now….FUCK MEEEE!’

Annie came, flooding Kevin’s cock with squirted cum, running down her legs like a running tap.

Kevin however was still good to go. With Annie slumped over the table, breathing fast, trying to recover, Kevin, continued, using his wife’s cunt purely for his own pleasure. He slapped his wife’s backside, making her sigh, and gasp. Looking at her, temporarily unresponsive, he saw his cock ploughing the cunt of someone else called Anne. A shop girl, a girl, who he was convinced would be his next notch. She wouldn’t say no. She wouldn’t. She’d say….yes Kevin….yes…do my arse!..I want you too. Do it. Do it.

Back in the real world, Kevin, feeling the tightening in his balls, knew. He just knew. He knew, that soon, he had to have this same feeling, the feeling he was having now, as his cum filled his wife’s cunt, with Anne. Anne Henderson. She was next.

Xxx

Edward Henderson, Annes dad, had money. f****y money. The shop Anne worked in, was his own, as were the other four he had, which were sited in neighbouring towns.

Anne worked, or rather managed, the shop, and was reasonably good at what she did. He had to keep an eye on her though , as she hadn’t inherited his business acumen or ruthlessness. She was…to nice! Her mother Audrey, had passed away not long after giving birth to her, and he had never remarried. Work was his God, and it was all he really lived for. Sure he loved his daughter, but a son would have been better. He’d have preferred a boy, a man to take the f****y name forward. Anne wasn’t really up to it.

He lived in an apartment on the quayside, having given up the f****y home years ago. Anne had a room there, but also had one on the flats above one of the shops. He saw her maybe three nights a week and most days when he called to check on things.

Edward had met her new friend Rob, and was not impressed. Just another loser was how he described him. Nice but dim. A typical Anne boyfriend. He often recalled his life with Annes mother, Audrey, a very sexual woman who was as good at business as she was in the marital bed. She never refused him.

He knew Anne wasn’t a virgin, he’d witnessed it. Well, he thought he’d witnessed it. She was 18, and cooking a meal for her boyfriend at Edwards apartment, while he was supposedly in town entertaining a client. That’s what he told her anyway. He’d watched this girl become a woman, knowing sadly she would never be a businesswoman, and inwardly chastising her for not being a man. She was, however, a good looking woman, and possessed a body most females would die for. He wasn’t proud of what he did that night.

He crept back into the apartment, and found them, fucking on the floor lying on a very expensive Persian rug. He had watched with disgust at how little effort either of them were putting into it, making it appear like they were only having sex for reproduction purposes only. There was no passion, or spirit, and thankfully, it was over as quick as it had started. When her lover had pulled his average sized penis from Annes vagina, Edward had been totally astounded at the amount of hair on his daughters mound. Even from his vantage point, he could tell it was an absolute jungle down there. His thoughts drifted back to her mother, who, years and years before, had been exactly the same. She was so hairy, and Anne had the same type of scalp hair, that when he was eating her pussy, it nearly cut his tongue. Like a paper cut. He had suffered it, for so long, then he bought her some proper men’s hair clippers. Thinned out, he ate that fun pot…uns**thed. Best £5 he’d ever spent.

Seeing his daughters mons made him wish even more Audrey was still alive. Approaching her with advice about sex was just something that wasn’t in him. If it had been a business problem…easy. Deal with it, logically, while keeping a financial implication sensible. Discussing the hair on your daughters cunt….way out of his league. Then something else hit him. That bastard had just fucked his daughter without protection. He was seething. This was the era of AIDS. Everywhere all people were educated regarding casual sex and proper contraception. And as he stood there looking at goo leaking from his daughters cunt…onto the Persian rug. He was near apoplectic but fear of destroying his daughters respect, saved him from bursting in and ripping his fucking head off.

He had quietly left and went for a drink in a local bar, returning at midnight and retiring immediately. He hadn’t slept much that night, and at one point realised he had an erection. He was disgusted by that. Foolish man, didn’t even question why he’d played voyeur in the first place.

Xxx

Two weeks later, Anne was lying in bed one Sunday morning, pleased it was a rest day and she could please herself what she did. Rob had come round with fish and chips the night before, and they’d ate them while watching some mindless Saturday night television. She was bored. Her friends were all out at discos, ending up in some boys car, making out and sometimes even having sex. Rob, she guessed, was probably just as scared about sex as she was. Probably worse. He’d not been a virgin when they met, but was as confident as a wet fish, and twice as wimp. When they had sex, it only lasted minutes, sometimes only seconds. She was fed up. They’d had their fish suppers, had a cup of coffee, snuggled up, he’d fingered her for about 20 seconds, pulled her jeans and pants off, and just stuck it in. Wam bang thank you mam, twenty minutes later he was away for a game of darts with his dad. It was 930pm. What a waste. He’d asked her if she wanted to go with him, but, sitting on her settee with jeans and a knickers hanging off one ankle and sperm running out of her pussy, being asked to go to play darts…Mmm no thanks. So, off he’d went. She went to bed, and thirty minutes later with a hairbrush handle inside of her, she climaxed with thoughts of a certain Irishman making her cum properly for the first time. She slept well that night.

That Sunday morning, it was beautiful. A light breeze, making flowers in town gardens sway gently, as bees tried to do their duty.

Anne was walking, mindlessly going nowhere, not bothering anyone nor wanting to be disturbed. That’s when she was awakened from her reverie by a shout….’Hoy….sexy. Yallright there gorgeous’ in a familiar, knicker dropping accent.

‘Hi Mr O’Leary. No church today?’ She hailed back, seeing Kevin in running gear.

‘To be sure, I’ve no sins to be forgiven!’

‘Better get there quick, then’

‘Sure, and whys that?’

‘Because my face is up here, and your not looking at it, that’s why’ she quipped with a naughty smile.

‘Got me there girl. Hands up…captured’

Annes own thoughts weren’t her best ones for a Sunday morning. She fleetingly took in Kevin’s well kept muscular body, guessing he must do weights, as manual work was not on his job resume. He was very sweaty and took a long drink from a bottle of water.

‘So where’s the boyfriend today. Oh. Surely he doesn’t do darts on a Sunday as well. Jesus mother of god…he is isn’t he?’

‘No, for once he isn’t. He’s working, all day, away till Monday.’ she answered, trying not to make it sound as if she were pleased.

‘Oh that’s a shame for you. A lovely day like today, and you’ve got to spend it on your own. Days like this are made for lovers. In Ireland on days like this, I would spend it in the woods, or on the beach…deserted of course. Make love in the sea, on the sand…in the woods. Oh those were the days. Haha….makes me feel old…and I’m not before you start’ he laughed, smiling the smile of happy memory’s, making Anne curiously envious.

‘Oh well, I can only dream.’

‘Not at all. Listen, the wife’s away to some horsey thing with Nicci. If ya fancy some company I’ll take ya for a glass, at lunchtime. Just friends, mind. I don’t want you seducing me and having your wicked way….I know what you feed merchants get up too’ said with such a straight face she nearly blushed.

‘Oh you….well, oh I don’t know. What would people think.’ came out before she’d had time to digest his offer. She should have said ‘certainly not’, when what she was saying was ‘well yes as long as we don’t get seen’. It was too late to take back.

‘I’ll pick you up at the ‘wheatsheaf’ in an hour. Well go to a little place I know. In the country. Don’t worry it’ll be fun.’

‘Oh god, Kevin. Your married. What about your f****y’

‘Look lassie. We’re both at a loose end. It’s just two friends having a drink. That’s all. Promise’

‘Well, OK. What should I wear’ again the words were out and were unable to be put back.

‘Oh I’m sure you’ll find something. Haha. An hour!’

Anne watched him run, until he was gone from sight. She didn’t move. She stood there for nearly two minutes. Wondering. Wondering what she had just gotten herself into. And….why her nipples were so hard.

Xxx

‘And then me s****r appeared from a tree fort, and caught me peeing on the camp fire….’

The tears were running down Annes cheeks so much, her makeup was a disaster. She didn’t care. She’d never laughed so much in all her 25 years. Kevin was regaling stories from his c***dhood, and each one was funnier that the last.

They were sitting in a beer garden in a bar called the Robin Hood, miles from anywhere, and it was full of motor bikers. People were eating Sunday lunches outside and their was even a barbecue going at the other side of the bar. She wondered about drink driving, but it wasn’t her business. Kevin had picked her up, on time and 30 minutes later they were sitting drinking beer in this quaint place. Kevin had dressed in light coloured chinos and a polo shirt, while Anne had plumped for a short flowery summer dress and a pale blue blouse. She even wore matching underwear, something she rarely did for Rob. Her choice of clothing, had taken a lot longer to pick that Kevin’s. Why, she never even considered.

Their conversation was easy, continuous, and very funny. It contained no horrible awkward silences, often the sign of an uneasy friendship, even when she talked of her life, he added things to spice it up, which made her happy and contented.

She was eating out of his hand.

‘So, this lad of yours. He all right, is he..you know. In the bedroom department. Eh? Must be…gorgeous young thing like you.’ He asked, knowing it might embarrass her, but thought he’d got his timing just about perfect. He’d been telling her about some of the sc****s he’d gotten into, with girls, when he was a lad. And, how some fathers had chased him from their doorsteps, threatening acts of v******e. He omitted to tell her that a lot of the times, it had been the wives who he had been fucking, not the daughters. On more than one occasion it was both.

‘Oh Rob…he’s…ok. I suppose.’

‘Oh sorry. Doesn’t sound good, shouldn’t have asked. I’m just a nosey old bugger…ignore me!’

The bottles of cider seemed to have loosened her tongue, somewhat, so, instead of changing the subject as offered, instead, she heard words coming out of her mouth that shocked her.

‘Oh Kevin. It’s no good, in fact it’s awful. I’m in my mid twenties, I am…and am still wondering. Wondering what it’s like to be in love. What it’s like to make love…it’s just so sad. So fucking sad! Do you know, it’s three years since I was at a proper night club. Tiffany’s. 1982… three bl**dy years ago. My friends club it every weekend. Sometimes twice. Me…last night I had a fish supper, watching fucking Dallas. Last Saturday was Live Aid, that was ok, but….I should be out, having fun.
I’ll tell you…right…I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this, but, I will. He attempted to make love last night, on the floor, right, he didn’t take any clothes off, never mind any of mine. What’s that all about? Lasted about a minute…then fucked off to the pub. Darts!!’

‘Anne, that’s terrible’ he said, making it sound like sympathy. He took her hand, and soothed it. ‘You know, you can’t have good sex without a happy heart. I’ve thought for a while now, that you look like your going through the motions. If the lads not right, for you, as a person or as a lover, get rid. That’s my advice. Get rid. Life’s too damned short girl, believe me. Start living. Come on we’ll go for a walk. Clear your head a little. How’s that sound. ‘Now or never’, went through his head as he took her hand and helped her to her feet.

‘Yes. That sounds lovely. Thank you Kevin. I’ll just pop too the loo, won’t be a moment.’

‘Ok gorgeous. I’ll wait over there by that gate. Ok?’

‘Sure thing’

Kevin adjusted his cock into a more comfortable, less noticeable position, then headed for the woods. He knew exactly where they were going, exactly why they were going, in fact, he knew pretty much, exactly which tree he’d fuck her against. His knife was near ready to carve the next notch. He waited patiently, they had all day. All day to put a permanent smile on the girl from the grain shop. Bring it on.


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Anne and George were an ordinary middle-aged couple who had reached the stage in their lives when they had the time and freedom to indulge themselves for the first time since the earliest years of their courtship. Over their thirty years of married ,life they had concentrated on building a stable and loving home for their three children and had sacrificed their own freedom of action to provide them with the best possible start in life. However, now that their children had left home, they...

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Anne And George Go Camping In France

Anne and George were an ordinary middle aged couple who had reached the stage in their lives when they had the time and freedom to indulge themselves for the first time since the earliest years of their courtship. Over their 30 years of married life they had concentrated on building a stable and loving home for their three c***dren and had sacrificed their own freedom of action to provide them with the best possible start in life. However, now that their c***dren had left home, they thought...

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Anne working Overtime

AWO01 - A personal meeting Anne working Overtime 01. ? A personal [email protected] A warm breeze came up the rugged mountainside from the sea and filled Anne?s thin white blouse like a sail to lightly caress her tanned body as she walked over the terrace to her recliner under the huge parasol. She sat down with a dark yellow drink in her hand, enjoying the smell of warm sand, sun- baked rocks and salt seawater.The wind was exactly right to cool the terrace that otherwise...

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Anne Marie Kitten baseball slut

Introduction: This one happened a few years ago. Only read it if you like slutwife stories..if not..move on. It had been about four months since my wife Anne Marie had taken a cock other than mine. Her latest sexcapade was a doozy, so I thought I would share it with you. It involves some aspects of American Baseball, so I apologize to our European friends if you have no idea what the fuck I am talking about. First of all, let me tell you that in her late thirties, she is as hot and sexy as she...

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Anne und Janine 2

Zweiter Teilhier gibt es den ersten (http://de.xhamster.com/user/J0ANA/posts/478027.html)In dieser Nacht hatte ich so gut geschlafen wie schon lange nicht mehr. Och hatte wunderbar geträumt, ich träumte von Anne und mir. Ich träumte, dass wir beide heiraten würden und im Rathaus darauf warteten, dass uns der Standesbeamte herein holte. Ich hatte in diesem Traum einen dunklen Anzug, ein weißes Hemd und eine Fliege an und Anne ein langes weißes Kleid, ihr Gesicht war verdeckt durch einen...

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Anne Marie Kitten baseball slut

First of all, let me tell you that in her late thirties, she is as hot and sexy as she has ever been. 5'7" and 135lbs of pure sex appeal. Her legs and her ass are still those of a 25 year old, and her 34B boobs are as perky as ever. She still possesses traffic-stopping beauty and is always turning heads when in public. She has recently added blond highlights to her hair, and the effects are simply stunning. She is the classiest lady you will ever meet, but every once in a while she will act...

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Anne

Melting snow mixed with her tears, as Thomas said his last words to Anne. "My dear, you are in the best possible hands. For as long as you live, my bank will send money for your maintenance. You will be well cared for. The Aston Asylum is one of the finest and most progressive in all of Britain. Dr. Aston is both a doctor of divinity and a physician, a noted alienist who assures me you will have the best treatments known to medical science. Good bye, now. Most probably we will never see each...

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Anne Finds a FamilyChapter 2

As promised, Eric called. In facthe called every day until he returned the next Friday. He took her to a play at a local theater and to dinner in a nice restaurant. Anne not only had a great time but she actually thought she was falling in love. Although they couldn't be together on Christmas and New Years Eric called her every day and made a special trip just to see her the day after Christmas. They could only see each other for a couple of hours but it meant a lot to her that he flew in...

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ANNE GLORIA AND ME

“Okay, deal, look forward to it,” she smiled as Ric continued kissing her arse with a throbbing erection. Watching him grab her arse cheeks then slowly slide his ten-inch cock into her as he built up a rhythm was a real turn on especially the noise he made as he slapped into her arse cheeks. That was a week ago when I arranged a younger bi-sexual man to pleasure both of us for Anne’s forty-fifth birthday. As part of the arrangement after Anne had him he gave me a tremendous blow job while...

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Anne Marie Kitten Becoming a Slutwife

Introduction: Well I wrote about her latest sexploits in Anne Marie Submissive Slutwife so I figured I should post the story about the first time she ever did another guy in front of me. My wife Anne Marie is in her early thirties, five ft. seven inches tall, with long dirty blond hair and dark chocolate eyes. She has awesome long legs, and a playboy bunny ass. Her breasts are small and firm, and her nipples are incredibly long and sexy when she is turned on. We have always been pretty open...

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ANNE GLORIA AND ME

“Okay, deal, look forward to it,” she smiled as Ric continued kissing her ass with a throbbing erection. Watching him grab her ass cheeks then slowly slide his ten-inch cock into her as he built up a rhythm was a real turn on, especially the noise he made as he slapped into her ass cheeks. That was a week ago when I arranged a younger bi-sexual man to pleasure both of us for Anne’s forty-fifth birthday. As part of the arrangement after Anne had him, he gave me a tremendous blow job while...

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Anne Marie Kitten Slutwife for young cock

Introduction: Another, more recent sexcapade of my fabulous slut of a wife You guys all know that Anne Marie is a self-admitted slutwife. You know that she very rarely misses the opportunity to get her mouth, pussy and ass stuffed with new cock. Most of the time however, her sexploits are planned out in advance (such as when she gets together with my best friend) or at least when we go out looking for action. Some of the hottest times though, seem to come completely out of nowhere, and that was...

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Annes first penis in her butt

This work of fiction was intended for the entertainment and enjoyment by its readers. If the subject of anal stimulation and penetration is unpleasant or offensive, please read no further. If you are curious to know some of the bountiful pleasures of this form of intercourse, continue to indulge your imagination.< />I>*****It was late in the evening when Anne's boyfriend, Jake, asked her if she would like to try 'back door' sex. The had been together for quite some time and had...

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Anne Marie Kitten Slutwife for young cock

At 39, Anne Marie is stunning. 5’7” or so; 123 lbs; long wild brown hair with blonde highlights. Her lips were made to suck cock and her shaved pussy tastes like peaches (no lie). If you ask me, she looks hotter today than when she was 25, and her sex drive is insatiable. For the last few months, Anne Marie has really started craving young cock. She usually talks about finding a 24 or 25 year old to service her every need; but finding the right “boy” had proven to be a challenge. ...

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Anne Marie Kitten Becoming a Slutwife

The following is an account of the first time Anne Marie ventured into the "slutwife" lifestyle. I had invited a good friend of mine named John to come hang out, drink a few beers and smoke a joint. I didn't tell Anne Marie he was coming by, instead I ran her a hot bath with bubbles and candles and wine, you know, the whole ball of wax. I know that usually after one of her special baths, she will put on a real sexy outfit for me and we will spend the evening making mad passionate...

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Anne Finds a FamilyChapter 3

The ceremony was beautiful. Eric had a respected friend from the D/s community to perform it. Anne wore a simple but elegant white, lace dress (a symbol of her innocence) and the four of them exchanged vowels of love, respect, and loyalty to each other That night Anne got to see the first of the rooms on the third floor. It was a large room with a slanted ceiling. There was a king sized, four posted bed on the back wall that was draped with sheer white curtains. Large pillows were scattered...

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Anne

(AUTHORS NOTE: I wrote this story about my first wife. I've posted it on a couple of other erotic story sites, and have corrected a few grammar and spelling mistakes and posting it here now.) Anne It was another hot Texas summer day! Anne, I and Tom decided to head out to the quarry for a swim. Anne was beautiful! I can still see her standing there with us, 5' 6", and short brown hair in a pixie cut. Her tanned 34 22 34 body was almost covered in a tiny little bikini that she crocheted. What...

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Annes FirstEver Lap Dance

Their booth held a dozen people comfortably and was away from the prying eyes of anyone else in the club. Anne downed the rest of her cranberry and vodka, a double, and sat next to her friend, Dave. He had convinced her to get her first- ever lap dance. She had been there for two hours, looking at scantily clad women gyrate and be groped by horny men and women. Anne saw Dave get at least ten dances from the Asian girl, Laura, and he was very uninhibited about touching her in front of their...

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ANNES Aunt Makes Many Mistakes

ANNE ANTS IS SUMMONED TO THE SALON TO SHOW HER BARE BUTT: 'INTIMATE INSPECTION'ANNE ANTS IS AT HER AUNT MARY, WHO IS EVEN MORE A 'MORON 'THAN HER MAD MOM WASANNE ANTS IS AT HER AUNT MARY, WHO IS MENTALLY AND MORALLY STILL VERY VICTORIAN ANNE ANTS IS AT HER AUNT MARY, WHO IS BACKWARD AND CONSERVATIVE - SO, NO 'PANTS'ANNE ANTS IS AT HER AUNT MARY, WHO IS WATCHING OVER ANNE'S VIRGINITY: SO 'NO MEN'!ANNE ANTS IS SUMMONED TO THE SALON TO SHOW HER BIG BLACK 'REGULATION KNICKERS'ANNE ANTS IS SUMMONED...

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Anne And Mary Book IIChapter 5 Jewels

"I have a letter from Jimmy Lin in San Francisco. He wants to talk to us about some kind of cross-marketing agreement. He sent us a catalog before. We were going to look into it further, but we never did. " "Who's he again?" Saul asked. Anne said, "He's the guy who sent us his catalog of Asian erotica, bought a few pieces from us. Here's the catalog from our files." "More than a few, Anne," Sigrid said. "I put a watch on that account and they've bought quite a few more Erotics...

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Anne and MaryChapter 12 Decisions

The lights were out. They snuggled together under a duvet in the big new bed. "Anne?" "Umm?" "Can I meet Saul?" "Yeah, you never. You've never seen him. Sure. Lunch tomorrow?" "Good. We've got some things to work out about our new guys." "Uh-huh. Just wait to meet up with us until he has his food on the table. He's dangerous when he meets new girls. Assuming you like him, what do we do next?" "We've got four guys now. First question is, are they the right four? Then,...

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Anne Marie Kitten Slutwife on the Golf Course

Introduction: And yet another true story of my Hot Insatiable Slut of a wife My wife Anne Marie and I have the greatest relationship in the world. Granted, many find it, well, unconventional to say the least, but great just the same. We have the deepest love and respect for each other, and are both very secure people. This allows us to explore some fantasies that other less secure couples would have a hard time with. First of all, Anne Marie is hot. She really is. She is 57 and 125 lbs. She has...

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Anne Marie Slutwife on the Golf Course Written b

My wife Anne Marie and I have the greatest relationship in the world. Granted, many find it, well, unconventional to say the least, but great just the same. We have the deepest love and respect for each other, and are both very secure people. This allows us to explore some fantasies that other less secure couples would have a hard time with. First of all, Anne Marie is hot. She really is. She is 5'7" and 125 lbs. She has light brown hair with blond highlights, big brown eyes and a truly angelic...

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Annersquos KINKY birthday with Mitch Cont

This story contains Bondage, Clover Clamps, Weights & Piercing between friends- Enjoy! We get a call several days later from Mitch regarding her friend Anne so we meet up for lunch, in a week she wants to plan a birthday party and design a cake for her friend that will give her a surprise. The wife and I love the idea of a kinky cake and further discussion that Anne has been mostly dominant and the birthday party is an idea to turn the tide, the birthday girl is experienced in...

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Anne Learns to Pose Ch 01

"What are you looking at?" Anne asked her husband inquiringly as she entered the room.She was tired after her shift at work, that combined with sleepless nights due to her baby were taking their toll on the couple. George raised the laptop screen to show her. It was online porn, pictures of couples and women. Their sex life had yet to recover from c***dbirth. She shrugged her shoulders and sat by him on the sofa. In the past they had enjoyed looking at this kind of site together. She had been...

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Anne the Geek

Anne The Geek Giving credit where credit is due, based on a suggested story premise by Beth. --------------------------------------------------------------------- I was only 3 weeks out of high school when the events that would change my life entirely occurred. I was alone at home when I snuck into my little sister's room. I had done it a thousand times before. I'd wait for when mom and Becky were gone, and I'd sneak in and try on her clothes. I loved how they felt. When I felt like...

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Anne the teenage Slut

(AdProvider = window.AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}}); She is 1.65cm tall and weighs about 50 kilos. She has long dark blonde hair and a shaven little cunt. I’m 23 years old and love the feeling of either seeing my girlfriend with other men or hearing her tell me all the juicy stuff after. This is something I’ve always been drawn to. When I came to be her boyfriend I wasn’t even the first to fuck her. I let some strangers we met fuck her before I did. And the ball...

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Anne Marie Kitten Slutwife on the Golf Course

I have to admit, I love the fact that she can be the biggest slut in the world. She has done it all, from giving some guy head while I was away on a business trip, to seducing several of my friends. Just the thought of her tongue in another man's mouth, or her lips wrapped around a strange cock really gets me off. Some of the hottest times have been when I have been fortunate enough to watch her pleasure and be pleased by two other men at the same time. Well, on our recent trip to Florida,...

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Anne Making of a Slut

It was a mid size town the heart of America, just big enough that there was bustle but small enough that most people knew each other. Anne lived in the better neighborhood, her husband owned his own company, one he had started just out of college and now he was on top in his field. Her children were grown and gone and Anne lived the life of retirement, her husband more than capable of supporting them. Her days were filled with tending to her flower gardens in the spring and summer and playing...

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Anne and MaryChapter 8 Looking around

They had quickly worked out a way to operate in the small bathroom when they both had to get going in the morning. Anne, being shorter, stood next to the sink, Mary behind her, when they were combing and brushing hair, cleaning teeth and such. Their naked bodies touched pleasantly. Anne raised an arm and began palpating her breast. "I really like my breasts. They're my best feature." "Oh, yes. Forget about the face, the abs, the buns. Definitely the boobs." Mary waved the drier around,...

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Anne and Spike

I have always liked Anne telling me about her sex life when I wasn't involved, this time was with a girl.'Spike' was Jane's nickname, she used to work with Anne at a large office in Adelaide. Anne was the accountant and office manager, 'Spike' was an office junior clerk come general dogsbody. Though Anne and 'Spike' didn't have much to do with each other in the office, 'Spike' tended to look at Anne as a mother figure (though the age difference was less than fifteen years)often taking her...

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Anne and Joel part one

Anne ran a brush through Joel her grandsons hair, he was seventeen and often stopped with Anne, or nanny Anne as he called her, at the weekend. Joel wasn't really interested it what most boys his age like, sports and cars. Anne would often find him reading her women's magazines or asking Anne to do his hair or trim his nails. Anne didn't mind, it was company for her as she had lived alone since she divorced ten years ago when she was forty-six.Joel only had one real friend, Sam who was the same...

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Anne Shows Savannah A New Way To Have Sex

Savannah and her husband had been married for twenty years. They always had a great sex life, but for the past few years her husband suffered with erectile dysfunction. This put a damper in their sex life and left Savannah aching to be pleased sexually.He pleased her orally, but she just wished to have marathon sex sessions. She begged her husband to get Viagra. Sometimes he’d get it, but not all the time. When he did take the pills, their sex life was amazing. However, he didn't get them that...

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Anne Henderson 2

Their comes a time in people's lives, when a decision is made which may change the course of their life for ever. Anne had reached that moment. If she had came out of the ladies room, in the Robin Hood Inn, and said.....'I want to go home'....she may well have married Rob, had three c***dren and ended up 'bored, ever after'That is not what happened. "Hi babe, you good to go?" "Yes, I think so. Some air will do me good, will these shoes be alright. Don't think they were designed for walks in the...

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Anne Marie Kitten Book Store Slutwife

Introduction: Another in the ongoing saga of my cum loving slutwife Anne Marie. This took place about five years ago. Enjoy! A little background: My wife Anne Marie is 57, 135lbs. We have been together for over 12 years, and she is 35 years old, but she could easily pass for 10 years younger. She has great legs and her ass is smokin. Her breasts are a size 34B, perfectly shaped. She never wears a bra, so when her nipples get hard they can easily be seen through most tops that she wears. We had...

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Annes Ass

I met Anne while working at an advertising company during college. She was very, very hot. She had the classic Italian look, dark hair framing an olive oil complexion and big soft lips that were built for sucking cock. She was skinny with curves in all the right places and had nice round breasts to complete the package. Needless to say I was attracted to her right from the get go and was very pleasantly surprised when I discovered the attraction was mutual. We began to see each other...

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Anne And Mary Book IIChapter 21 Labor Day

"Hi. I'm Al O'Malley." "You're kidding. O'Malley?" "Well, my grandfather called himself Johnson, but during the Roots thing, my dad found out our ancestors had been owned by a guy named O'Malley. We changed our name." "Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I meant, you're Al O'Malley in Atlanta. I'm Harry Katz, Chicago. Saul's dad." "For Christ's sake! Harry, we've been trying to skin each other for years." "Well, you finally got me. Bare as a baby. How's...

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Anne Marie Kitten Book Store Slutwife

We had fooled around with some threesomes in years past. She has brought home a couple of her girlfriends for us to play with, and I have let her fuck around with two of my best friends while I watched. There is nothing that gets me hotter than picturing Anne Marie pleasing and being pleasured by another guy, but up until this point, I had always been present when she would take any cock other than mine. Needless to say, I was very surprised by the incidents that took place recently. My...

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Anne Marie Submissive Slutwife

Introduction: Anne Marie treated like a Slut in front of hubby I havent written about my hot wife in a while, so I figure its time to fill you in on her latest sexploit. Anne Marie is 40, looks 27, and fucks like a 19 year old. Shes tall, tanned skin, with long wild dirty-blond hair. Her legs and ass are perfect. I dont mean perfect for a 40 year old, I mean just perfect. Toned, rounded in all the right places and tight as a drum. Her 34 B tits are perky and her nipples (nipple ring on the...

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AnneChapter 2

After a long weekend, there's always a backlog of work, and, of course, it takes quite while to get back into 'work' mode. I'd been in and at it for maybe and hour and a half, before I thought, 'I haven't seen Anne, yet', followed by 'I'll look her up when I make coffee'. It was shortly after that my mobile rang; I dug it out of my pocket, not seeing Anne enter the room as I looked at the display. The number was the one I half recognised on top of The Old Man of Coniston. "Sam?"...

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Anne and MaryChapter 42 Moving on

Tom and Sigrid came down for breakfast late. Sigrid's happiness radiated like a torch. They sat eating the last of the muffins, licking the drips of butter off each other. "Anne, I wish I'd started when you did." "I had a whole different way of life, remember. Probably wouldn't have worked for you." They went upstairs again, did not re-appear until the others had left for the stables and the gym. With Alex, they drove to the lumber yard, loaded the van with supplies. That afternoon,...

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Anne Marie Submissive Slutwife

Anne Marie is 40, looks 27, and fucks like a 19 year old. She's tall, tanned skin, with long wild dirty-blond hair. Her legs and ass are perfect. I don't mean perfect for a 40 year old, I mean just perfect. Toned, rounded in all the right places and tight as a drum. Her 34 B tits are perky and her nipples (nipple ring on the left one) are always hard. We have been playing around with others for the last 14 or 15 years. I absolutely love to watch her with other men and women, and she...

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Anne Approaches Her Father After A Bad Evening

Anne was not happy with how the night had ended. Again, she was the girl in the group that didn’t hook-up with anybody. Her friends all had somebody to kiss when the clock struck twelve. It was another New Year’s Eve where Anne felt ugly and unsure of herself.She was a bit tipsy from all the drinks she had. Nobody in the bar even smiled in her direction. All her friends were busy making out with the men who were paying attention to them.Anne called a cab to take her home. She noticed the light...

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Anne the Mature ModelChapter 2

For about 2 months nothing was said about the night that Anne modeled nude, then during a conversation between the husband and wife about doing something to relieve the daily tension they were going through with all the problems they were trying to overcome Anne asked Matt if Paul needed her as a model again. Matt Emailed Paul it took him a few days to get back to Matt with this request. Paul wanted to know if it would be OK with Matt if Anne met him at the door while she was naked, also Paul...

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AnneChapter 3

Strangely, to my mind at least, Monday started off like any other Monday. The network server went down (OK, it doesn't happen every Monday) the phone rang every time I replaced the receiver; although I had my local files on my workstation, there was an error somewhere, that took me over an hour to find ... and I hadn't seen hide nor hair of Anne. I held out until ten-thirty, then set off in the direction of the kitchen ... of course, the route took me past Anne's office that she shared...

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Anne And Mary Book IIChapter 11 Memorial Day

"Hi, Mom. It's Anne. You called.' "Yes, dear, thanks for calling back. I wanted to know if you're coming home for Memorial Day.' "What's going on? You having a party?' "No, we're not really planning anything, I just wanted to know if we'd be seeing you. If you're coming, maybe we'll think of something.' "Mom, do you want to come here for Memorial Day?' "Well, I don't know. We wouldn't want to... you know... ' "Mom, Lucy and Sam are coming, and so are Dan Sidney and...

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Anne The Slutty Anal MILF

I met Anne on the dating site Plenty of Fish when there was the ‘Intimate Encounter’ option. When I first saw her profile I immediately wanted to meet up with her due to her big tits and red hair. I sent her a message and I was happy when she replied despite the fact she lived over 80 miles away. We started chatting on the site and we eventually decided to meet up at a motel in Reading.As I waited for her in the room I felt a little bit nervous as it was our first meeting. When she walked in I...

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Anne Shows Savannah a New Way to Have Sex

Savannah and her husband had been married for twenty years. They always had a great sex life, but for the past few years her husband suffered with erectile dysfunction. This put a damper in their sex life and left Savannah aching to be pleased sexually. He pleased her orally, but she just wished to have marathon sex sessions. She begged her husband to get Viagra. Sometimes he’d get it, but not all the time. When he did take the pills, their sex life was amazing. However, he didn’t get them...

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Anne and MaryChapter 36 Annes Christmas

Christmas was just what I needed. Restful, happy. The whole study group was home, we had a wonderful reunion. We found we all had new friends, new lovers. We were just as close, but somehow we didn't end up in bed. On the other hand, Frank, a junior now, was busy catching up with his old girlfriends, some of whom spent the night. Ralph had his own girls, usually in the afternoon. I spent hours with Mom and Dad, telling them about college, the group, our plans for Still Waters Art. I had a...

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Anne and MaryChapter 37 Return

Anne and Mary drove back to the university a week before classes began. The others were due to arrive late in the day. On the way they bought beer and English muffins and stocked up on other supplies. There was a message on the telephone from Sarah. "Mary, this is Sarah. Happy New Year. Call me." When she hung up after returning the call, Mary said, "Sarah knows we're looking for a house. She said she'd just seen a For Sale sign on the house next to the stables. She knows we want to...

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Timmy And The Hendersons

"Timmy And The Hendersons" Timmy was now "Miss Joyce," a vintage 50's style lady-of-the-house, and he'd been so for over two years now. Gladys Henderson had had him on female hormones for the entire time since he'd moved in after catching him dressing in her things when he was there for yard work or to shovel snow over the few years he'd worked for them as a local independent. While Gladys and Ned left for shopping or lunch on the weekends Timmy would often look around the house....

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Anne 1842

"If one more thing happens," Anne Pane told Belle, "I'll know I'm cursed." "You're not cursed, child." the slave responded. "You're blessed." "I was engaged at sixteen, at the height of my beauty. Then John's father got sick. I couldn't marry a man when his father was lying sick in his house. And then John's year of mourning." "You're still at the height of your beauty, mistress. Eighteen isn't old. Just hold still while I finish your hair ... Now, look at that! And,...

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Anne of Lands End

Everyone knew "Red" Anne was a McHale but she was called simply Anne the Red or "Red" Anne because of her shocking red hair and the fact her mother had died in childbirth not naming which of the McHale clan males was her true father. The castle McHale was situated on the rocky heights of Land's End and it had been there for more than two full centuries. Anne was a girl who had taken to the reading of books much to the disgust of the Laird Edward. He would much prefer that his own oldest...

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