I realize this is the Johnson’s baby daughter, all grown up now. A serious piece of ass.

“I’m Cynthia. You remember me?”, she asks, as she looks directly at me, covering her firm breasts with a very low cut bra.

Yeah, I remembered her. My boy used to have the hots for her when they were in High School together. She was over our house quite often in those days.

“I just got back in from Cornell. What’s the matter, cat’s got your tongue?”

With those words, still towel drying her long blond hair, she sits down next to me on the bed.

It had reached that point. Maybe you've been there, maybe not. It really doesn't make much of a difference. Call it a mid- life crisis, call it whatever you goddamn well please. All Cliff Robinson knew was that if things didn't change, and change fast, disaster was soon to follow.

His forty-eighth birthday was soon approaching, and he was suffocating. Not just in an allegorical sense, but literally suffocating. He woke up each morning, and in his mind, felt the need to tell himself to breathe. Things might have gone just fine without this daily reminder, but Cliff, as he thought upon awakening every day, was not about to roll the dice with his life on the line.

I never really paid much attention to that little phrase. But lying in bed this Friday morning, I can’t seem to get it out of my mind. How could I have done what I did? Where did it come from? Was this part of my character just lurking there for all my years, hidden beneath the surface? Who am I, really? And what other perversities am I capable of?.....

There’s this scented candle burning. Jasmine, this attractive black girl who I know from my Political Science course, and kind of like, is naked, straddling Bobby. When Bobby catches a glimpse of me through the corner of his eye, he lunges towards the door, throwing Jasmine to the floor. He locks the door, with me inside.

She emerged rather quickly, wearing a stunning outfit. Baby blue low-cut blouse, her ample firm breasts exposed in a teasing, provocative manner. Short black skirt, not mini enough to be considered slutty, but still above the knee length. What made it all work were the near thigh high, leather boots. She was a knockout.

"Where to now?", Greg asked, as Paula sat on her bed, looking through her address book.

"Senator McCormick", she answered. "But I'm not sure of the best way to approach him".

Paula looked up at Greg, and smiled. Even though he had known her for such a short period of tome, he was able to read her mind.

"So give her a call", he said to Paula, wanting to show off the fact that he knew what she was thinking....

Paula rose from her bed and stood before Greg, who was sitting in an over-sized chair. She positioned herself in such a way that Greg was forced to strain his neck up in order to look into her eyes. She very slowly leaned down, her mouth nearing his. He could now see down the cleavage of her blouse, and caught a glimpse of her firm breasts and erect nipples. She was not wearing a bra. He was becoming extremely aroused once again.

But now that Daniel was a sophomore in college, Susan felt herself looking at him from a different perspective. She found herself strangely attracted to him, to say the least...now, his hands resting between hers on her thigh, he felt himself sexually aroused.

Greg haltingly sat down directly opposite her. The water was hotter than he anticipated. Their legs rubbed up against each other beneath the surface. Paula began to drift towards Greg, slowly turning her back to him. She handed him the liquid soap. "Can you be a sweetheart and wash my back?", Paula asked.

"Did Boris pay you a visit last night", Paula asked, her right hand still resting high up on Tatyana's thigh. "Of course, darling. He can't go a night without seeing me", she replied with an air of total self confidence. "Did he mention anything unusual? Anything about me?", Paula continued. "You know, sweetie, you're name is pretty much off limits when he and I get together", Tatyana answered, as she flirtatiously flashed Paula a knowing smile.

He wondered to himself if they had actually been together in the past, or if this erotic game they were now playing with each other was as far as it ever got. ...Tatyana then did something that Greg had never seen anyone in real life do. Like Sharon Stone in the movie "Basic Instinct", she uncrossed her legs for a moment, revealing the fact that she was not wearing any underwear.