[FONT="]The fallowing is inspired by real life events; however names, dates, genders, characters, plot points, settings and physical details have been altered.[/FONT]
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[FONT="]“M-Mrs. Dolph, please Mike is just outside!”[/FONT]
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Hiroki was speaking just low enough so that no one else would hear his words, but being firm enough that Emily Dolph got the message. “Don’t worry about that; he’s far too caught up with our son’s scholarship to pay attention to us, especially tonight.”[/FONT]
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Erik Dolph, the son of Emily and Mike, had just two days ago received a sports scholarship for university. His family had thrown the young man a modest party as a congratulations sort of gift; inviting family and friends over to the gig, having planned to carry things out well into the night. Erik, like his father, was a damn good baseball player. Having played nearly all his life, and with his father’s near constant attention, Erik had grown up to be quite the pro. A star in the high school league and with those years just now coming to an end Erik was given the opportunity to continue his sport of choice in a higher venue.[/FONT]
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Emily pressed Hiroki to the wall with her own body, her hands placed firmly on his shoulders. Although he was a ten centimeters taller than her, it was clear she was the dominant presence between the two physically speaking. Emily raised herself onto her toes and planted her lips on Hiroki’s. Under her pressure he gave in and parted his lips, knowing she wanted his tongue to play with. A natural gift, among a couple other things Hiroki possessed, was a tongue that protruded from his lips by a good four centimeters. Emily had a thing for his tongue, she liked to play and suck on the organ and Hiroki was happy to oblige. Emily took the organ into her mouth, feeling it battle with her own tongue and reaching further into her mouth.[/FONT]
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While Mike was arguable an encouraging and well devoted father, at least according to his wife he focused way too much of his attention to his work and his son. Often leaving his aging wife to her own devices, hell she made supper for herself nearly every night for the past two years. The men in her life, Mike ad Erik, were well preoccupied and furthermore forced themselves to stick with strict diets. Being thirty six years old and well into her sexual peak, Emily had long ago learned to seek out her own company. Some for platonic reasons and other’s for much more physical reasons.[/FONT]
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Breaking their lips apart, Hiroki pulled up and away from Emily. Voicing his concerns once more, “Please, let’s at least take things away from the hallway.”[/FONT]
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“If you insist,” she pouted with jest, turning on her heel she pulled Hiroki by his hand through her house. Taking him to the guest bedroom at the far end of the house where they would not be disturbed for hours. Hiroki took the time to admire Emily, at least from the rear. One-hundred and sixty seven centimeters tall at about fifty eight kilograms; she was a brunette, with her hair raining down to her shoulders. She was a bit of a bigger woman, being blessed with lovely curves and juicy thighs to say the least. Having had a son, her hips flared out a bit the way a mother’s sometimes does. Giving her a round and firm ass, all in balance of course with a pair of rocking tits stacked in the large C range. Emily kept herself in great shape, having prided herself in packing on a bit of muscle to battle her husband, son or even her casual acquaintances like Hiroki.[/FONT]
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For the past two years Hiroki was the main object of Emily’s physical desires, after having turned eighteen. He was a friend and teammate to Erik’s, although he wasn’t as talented in sport; he was much more sociable to say the least. Standing at one-hundred and seventy seven centimeters tall and weighing roughly fifty seven kilograms, being a high school athlete he was in solid shape, although he wasn’t muscular. Much more lean and toned then bulked out with muscle. On more than one occasion in the past couple of years Emily had forced Hiroki into some of her own lingerie, having a laugh about how well he fit into her special outfits. While his father was Swedish, his Japanese mother had insisted on using her uncle’s name to give to her son. Hiroki licked to keep his hair long, leaving it now just past his ears and had given himself the title of a blonde at that.[/FONT]
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“Come on, no one will bother us in here,” Emily told her little toy, pulling the younger man into the guest bedroom before stepping in herself. Pushing Hiroki further into the room and onto the bed, Emily quickly turned her back to the boy and shutting and locking the door. Turing around to lay her eyes on Hiroki, a smirk on her lips, reaching down to her waist Emily pulled at the hem of her yellow T-shirt. Pulling the garment up and over the head, exposing her blue bra covered breasts to the young man. Hiroki began grinning from ear to ear, the sight of her tits pushing any inhibition well way from his mind. Hiroki felt the blood shift away from his body and focus between his legs, a tent forming down his pants leg. Reaching down his body, Hiroki started to work on his belt until Emily whipped at his hands with her T-shirt. Warning the boy, “No no, I want a show before we get started.”[/FONT]
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Reaching down to Hiroki’s hand, Emily wrapped her fingers around his wrist and pulled the young man off the bed and onto his own feet. Pulling him to the center of the room before taking a seat on the edge of the bed, she encouraged Hiroki to begin right away.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Hiroki knowing the game she wanted to play began to playfully dance back and forth to a beat in his head. Hiroki’s hands went to snapping away at the buttons on his shirt, opening up the sight of his bare chest to Emily. Quickly kicking his sneakers, he went back to work on his belt. Having gone commando today, Hiroki knew he only had a couple turns left to score points with. Pulling his belt apart and unbuttoning his jeans, Hiroki began to slowly pull at the hem on his pants.[/FONT]
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Looking over to Emily who now had pulled her knee length skirt up to her waist, her left hand rubbed her mound underneath her blue bikini panties. Leaning back on her right elbow with her [/FONT]
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[FONT="]“M-Mrs. Dolph, please Mike is just outside!”[/FONT]
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Hiroki was speaking just low enough so that no one else would hear his words, but being firm enough that Emily Dolph got the message. “Don’t worry about that; he’s far too caught up with our son’s scholarship to pay attention to us, especially tonight.”[/FONT]
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Erik Dolph, the son of Emily and Mike, had just two days ago received a sports scholarship for university. His family had thrown the young man a modest party as a congratulations sort of gift; inviting family and friends over to the gig, having planned to carry things out well into the night. Erik, like his father, was a damn good baseball player. Having played nearly all his life, and with his father’s near constant attention, Erik had grown up to be quite the pro. A star in the high school league and with those years just now coming to an end Erik was given the opportunity to continue his sport of choice in a higher venue.[/FONT]
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Emily pressed Hiroki to the wall with her own body, her hands placed firmly on his shoulders. Although he was a ten centimeters taller than her, it was clear she was the dominant presence between the two physically speaking. Emily raised herself onto her toes and planted her lips on Hiroki’s. Under her pressure he gave in and parted his lips, knowing she wanted his tongue to play with. A natural gift, among a couple other things Hiroki possessed, was a tongue that protruded from his lips by a good four centimeters. Emily had a thing for his tongue, she liked to play and suck on the organ and Hiroki was happy to oblige. Emily took the organ into her mouth, feeling it battle with her own tongue and reaching further into her mouth.[/FONT]
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While Mike was arguable an encouraging and well devoted father, at least according to his wife he focused way too much of his attention to his work and his son. Often leaving his aging wife to her own devices, hell she made supper for herself nearly every night for the past two years. The men in her life, Mike ad Erik, were well preoccupied and furthermore forced themselves to stick with strict diets. Being thirty six years old and well into her sexual peak, Emily had long ago learned to seek out her own company. Some for platonic reasons and other’s for much more physical reasons.[/FONT]
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Breaking their lips apart, Hiroki pulled up and away from Emily. Voicing his concerns once more, “Please, let’s at least take things away from the hallway.”[/FONT]
[FONT="]
“If you insist,” she pouted with jest, turning on her heel she pulled Hiroki by his hand through her house. Taking him to the guest bedroom at the far end of the house where they would not be disturbed for hours. Hiroki took the time to admire Emily, at least from the rear. One-hundred and sixty seven centimeters tall at about fifty eight kilograms; she was a brunette, with her hair raining down to her shoulders. She was a bit of a bigger woman, being blessed with lovely curves and juicy thighs to say the least. Having had a son, her hips flared out a bit the way a mother’s sometimes does. Giving her a round and firm ass, all in balance of course with a pair of rocking tits stacked in the large C range. Emily kept herself in great shape, having prided herself in packing on a bit of muscle to battle her husband, son or even her casual acquaintances like Hiroki.[/FONT]
[FONT="]
For the past two years Hiroki was the main object of Emily’s physical desires, after having turned eighteen. He was a friend and teammate to Erik’s, although he wasn’t as talented in sport; he was much more sociable to say the least. Standing at one-hundred and seventy seven centimeters tall and weighing roughly fifty seven kilograms, being a high school athlete he was in solid shape, although he wasn’t muscular. Much more lean and toned then bulked out with muscle. On more than one occasion in the past couple of years Emily had forced Hiroki into some of her own lingerie, having a laugh about how well he fit into her special outfits. While his father was Swedish, his Japanese mother had insisted on using her uncle’s name to give to her son. Hiroki licked to keep his hair long, leaving it now just past his ears and had given himself the title of a blonde at that.[/FONT]
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“Come on, no one will bother us in here,” Emily told her little toy, pulling the younger man into the guest bedroom before stepping in herself. Pushing Hiroki further into the room and onto the bed, Emily quickly turned her back to the boy and shutting and locking the door. Turing around to lay her eyes on Hiroki, a smirk on her lips, reaching down to her waist Emily pulled at the hem of her yellow T-shirt. Pulling the garment up and over the head, exposing her blue bra covered breasts to the young man. Hiroki began grinning from ear to ear, the sight of her tits pushing any inhibition well way from his mind. Hiroki felt the blood shift away from his body and focus between his legs, a tent forming down his pants leg. Reaching down his body, Hiroki started to work on his belt until Emily whipped at his hands with her T-shirt. Warning the boy, “No no, I want a show before we get started.”[/FONT]
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Reaching down to Hiroki’s hand, Emily wrapped her fingers around his wrist and pulled the young man off the bed and onto his own feet. Pulling him to the center of the room before taking a seat on the edge of the bed, she encouraged Hiroki to begin right away.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Hiroki knowing the game she wanted to play began to playfully dance back and forth to a beat in his head. Hiroki’s hands went to snapping away at the buttons on his shirt, opening up the sight of his bare chest to Emily. Quickly kicking his sneakers, he went back to work on his belt. Having gone commando today, Hiroki knew he only had a couple turns left to score points with. Pulling his belt apart and unbuttoning his jeans, Hiroki began to slowly pull at the hem on his pants.[/FONT]
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Looking over to Emily who now had pulled her knee length skirt up to her waist, her left hand rubbed her mound underneath her blue bikini panties. Leaning back on her right elbow with her [/FONT]
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