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Serena and I were driving north from the Kill Devil Hills and the Wright Brother’s Monument through Kitty Hawk on the way to Norfolk. The photo shoot at the monument had been successful and I must admit a bit surprising. Unfortunately, the impending rain stopped us from getting all the shots we needed. We were able to get some nice shots at sunrise, just before the sun slipped into the clouds.

Passing through Kitty Hawk and approaching the Wright Memorial Bridge the rain started, first just a few large drops randomly striking the windshield, then a bit heavier. We were able to get across the bridge before it got too heavy, but soon, we were creeping along in some steady downpours. Soon it got so bad I decided we better stop.
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Cathy Huxwell drove fast as she wove in and out of the dense early evening traffic on her way home from work. Her new Mazda Sports responded well as she accelerated around slower moving vehicles. Her feet moved quickly and deftly on the small pedals her hand working the gear stick in a smooth ballet of synchronicity. The power and speed of the car exhilarated her to the point of almost breathless excitement, her eyes darting this way and that, her long, slim fingers tight around the wheel. She tried not to think too much of the evening ahead of her; she had spent a good deal of the day planning and then contemplating it. Her husband, Ken, was still away on business - supposedly working overseas on some project - and was not due home for another week. This meant that she was free to invite her latest lover over for some fun - if only the traffic would allow her to get there!
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Serena and I rushed down Highway 168 heading away from Norfolk toward Nags Head, North Carolina. Normally we would be working for a late afternoon photo shoot, but there were rainstorms in the area and we expected it to start raining sometime about midmorning, so instead, we went for an early morning shoot. I had picked Serena up at her motel and was explaining to her where we were headed.

“You remember hearing about the Wright Brothers?”

“Oh yeah, you mean like Mario and Luigi?”
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As I explain in the body of the story which follows, although black/white relationships are common today, in the 60’s, when this took place, they were not. It was a first for Linda. Like many others of our generation it came not only to be accepted in our circles, but even sought out when the urge for sex dulled inhibitions even further. Linda was lucky enough to find just the right man at the right time to initiate her. From that day forward she enjoyed the attentions of black men equally to her white admirers.
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The skinny old man with a droopy moustache came into the dark bedroom. Parking his walking frame, 78-year-old Albert Fish slipped between the sheets snuggled up against the wool nightdress of Maggie.

“I love you Maggie,” he wheezed.

“You stupid Casanova,” grumbled Maud Macdonald (83). “Maggie’s in the next room, but you may as well stay here now. What do you have in mind?”

“A fuck.”

“What’s that?”

Albert explained and finally Maud’s memory triggered and she realized what he was talking about. That made her excited. She’d had her last one around forty or forty-two years ago shortly before liquored-up husband Roy was killed crossing a railway track in front of a train that apparently he’d not realized was moving.
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As tradition, my wife Emily began bugging me about attending her annual Christmas Party. Working for an advertising agency, her company always had some type of weird non-traditional theme. For example, last year the firm had a Christmas Vacation theme where everyone was wearing beach attire and drinking margarita cider. As usual, my wife told me that this party was going to be the best ever. The theme was “Its gonna be a Black Black Christmas.” I thought that it would probably be Santa dressed in some type of funky black “Goth” outfit. Emily didn’t care what the theme was as long as she had an excuse to party. Although my wife is rather prim and proper at work, she looses her inhibitions when she drinks.
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Have you ever noticed how most of the women depicted in porno mags and movies are far too slim and much too young. Hardly Venus de Milo’s! I don’t know about you but I for one think it’s high time that we get to see some classy, stylish, older and full figured babes!

I’m 6′3″ tall and my weight fluctuates between 210-240 lbs., and there’s just something about plump and full, slightly sagging, soft tits! An ample and cushy ass really turns me on too! And I’ll bet that a lot of men feel the same way, and even some women too. Some of my happiest moments have been spent bouncing off a soft, round belly. My perfect cup of tea is a woman between 40-55 years of age, not too fat but somewhere between 140-170 lbs., a nice large-sized lady. Man, what a lovely place for your rocks to tumble off!
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Reading Lisa’s new e-mail, I knew that it would have to be now or never. We had been communicating for nearly a year now and for the last two months we had been discussing the possibility of meeting. We both knew what that meeting would consist of: Sex and more sex.

When Lisa had first written to me, I had the sense that she was not completely happy with her life. Slowly, over time she began to confide in me. Her husband (who had remained nameless) was terribly unfaithful, not even having the decency to lie about his affairs anymore and even having his latest girlfriend pick him up from their home. Lisa had found comfort and solace in a close friend, Jillian, who at first had offered her a shoulder to cry on and later had offered her the rest of her body as well. Lisa had told me that for a while she was confused; not since high school had she thought about sex with another woman, but it all seemed so natural - so wonderfully good to feel loved and wanted again.
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[This story contains oral, vaginal sex, affection, a bit of exposed sex, and an exploration of the word adventure. There is a motorcycle in the story and if you hate motorcycles and the folk who ride perhaps this isn’t a story you would enjoy. No cheating wives/husbands, no orgies, no BDSM. It is in the Mature section because the main characters are sixty years old. Well, they were when this story happened.]

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At the staff meeting on Wednesday the announcement was made that Colleen was having her sixtieth birthday and she had decided to celebrate all month. Mr. Walters, the manager, asked her to stand and tell us her plans for celebrating.
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Ronald Jordan rose from bed, stretched and walked to the window. He gazed out over the bomb-site like area behind his house that was still waiting to be transformed into his paradise garden. A small man in every sense, he sighed and began to wonder if the young, muscular builder/landscaper that he had hired to do the work would ever get finished. Ronald disliked the workman and his assistant since they started the work more than two weeks ago. It seemed that every time his back was turned (and even sometimes when it wasn’t) they were openly flirting with Mary, Ron’s young wife. But Ronald was a meek and non-confrontational sort of man; he just couldn’t seem to find the courage in him to face up to the workmen and put a stop to their games.
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