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"Nobuts, I readthose stories, Iknow what youlike. You getoff on thethought of servingsomeone like this.And if youdon't do it,everyone in theoffice will knowyour little secret."

What my buddywas referring towas playing forhis co-rec softballteam on Fridaynights. I alreadyplayed in ahigh skill leagueon Tuesday's andco-rec was oftenkind of laidback for me.I like tocompete and win.Playing with womenand being allnice on thefield would behard for mycompetitive nature andI always picturedsoftball women asbeing 30 poundsoverweight and lookingmore like linebackersthan real women.But what thehell, I couldalways use theextra at batsand it mayjust be fun.

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Janetbent down andgave Gloria adeep passionate kiss.Janet untied Gloriaand said "Crawlup into bedand three ofus will getsome sleep beforewe have somemore fun."

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Not showingany surprise Missysaid, "Well Rick,that's okay aslong as you'renot planning onshowing them toanyone. Being awife and mother,I wouldn't wantthem shown tothe neighbors orany of ourson's families."

Theshirt was dryingout so shewalked down towardsthe lake totake another dipto cool downand wet hernipples. She wasstanding in waterup to herknees when sheheard Maggie askingher if shewere going fora swim? Sheturned around andthere stood Maggieholding a basket.

"However I...But she mightwake up."

Iheard my voicetrail off, butI just sat,remembering my firstthreesome. Mike andMatt had beenperfectly in tunewith each other,and though they'dnever actually caressedone another inmy presence, theidea that oncethey may haveexplored that avenuemade me warmand moist. We'dshared a bedin a localhotel on thatfirst night, Mikeand I kissingand touching oneanother as Mattlay behind me,massaging my neckand back. They'dknown how tomove their bodies,and when Mikewas pulling outof my body,it seemed thatMatt was drivingin.

Kevin's harshstatement made mysmile fade away.I sat myfork down, "Thefeelings I havefor Michael haven'tdissolved after aweek. Give hischair a chanceto get coldbefore you tryto sit init."

"To theLouvre," I say.