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Aunts’ Lingerie Party

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One Friday night during my senior year of high school, shortly after my eighteenth birthday, I drove to a nearby university, to attend a concert with a friend who was a freshman there. After the concert I was starting the long drive home, when I got the urge to drive past my Aunt Valerie's house. I was half-considering stopping in, but it was pretty late, and Aunt Valerie had two young kids. But when I approached her house, there were a number of cars in the driveway and in the street. I recognized several of the cars as belonging to...

Aunt Lisa

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Lisa Lorraine Bishop-Sullivan sat across from Bill on her white leather loveseat, her deep tangerine skirt riding high on her long shapely tanned legs. Her full breasts were straining at the thin material of her tight stretch top, her nipples plainly visible, hard, erect, shouting "touch me, Bill" mockingly across the room. Her tiny feet and ankles were framed in a beautiful pair of white stilettos with very thin straps around the ankles. Her face was radiant and lovely as always. Yeah, OK, she was getting to be a pain in the ass for him, but what a darling pain...

Auntie Val

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Like a lot of English lads, my introduction to what lay below a woman's clothes came through the good photography of Mayfair magazine, a very popular British men's magazine and, in my view, a British rival to Playboy. Mayfair sourced photographs from some of the best British photographers of the day and had some of the prettiest British girls at their (naked) best. Some of the biggest names in British modeling appeared on its pages: Jane Warner, Kirsten Imrie, Sam Johnson, and others. The magazine - which was in a similar format to Playboy and contained a number of well-written...

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A Helping Hand

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I was between jobs, living with my mother at her seniors apartment complex. That preceding statement was every bit as depressing as it sounds. I was in my late thirties, not exactly a party monster, but I did like to keep up a somewhat active social life, including occasional casual sex. That was damn near impossible living with my seventy year-old mother in an apartment complex that looked like a nursing home. Particularly since I was scraping by on my savings and unemployment compensation, and I knew that it took some cheddar to get laid. Money for drinks, dinner out,...