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Games People Play

1/16/2008

This story is purely fiction. Any similarity with anyone
or place is coincidence. This is my first attempt at creative
erotic writing. I welcome constructive criticism.





This story is purely fiction. Any similarity with anyone
or place is coincidence. I welcome constructive criticism.



Growing up, I'd always been close with my twin sister
Dianne, though she hated being called that. Calling her
"Di" long before Princess Dianne made the name
famous, it suited her personality. Outgoing and vivacious
with short fiery red hair, Di was adventurous almost to
a fault. Not that I wasn't, but I tended to be a little
more reserved in comparison. The thing about having a twin
sister had its good and bad points. She was both my best friend
and confidant, meaning there wasn't anything we didn't
openly discuss with one another growing up. Especially
when it came to our sexual curiosities and awakening. The
one bad thing was her constant reminder that she was my "older
sister", though I didn't consider nine minutes
difference between us as being worthy of the title.


After graduating high school, we had both made the decision
to attend a particular university together, though it
was a considerable distance away from where we lived. Once
again fate seemed to intervene in our behalf however as
our Aunt Maggie, mom's older sister, and Uncle Pete
happened to have a nice place near the university we wanted
to attend. As we'd both hoped, Aunt Maggie suggested
we move in with them the moment they'd heard we'd
even applied. It would certainly save us both a great deal
of money on the one hand, and on the other, we'd always
had a great relationship with our Aunt and Uncle over the
years. Perhaps it was a bit more intimate than might be thought
appropriate in some cases as my Uncle had tutored me in much
of my sexual knowledge and awareness, as had Maggie done
for my sister. Talking to them openly and uninhibitedly
about any curious subject either of us might have had, had
always led to some fairly intimate discussions later on
between the two of us. I don't know how many times I had
gone to bed thinking about my own sister, pleasuring myself
to several orgasms and wondering, though in truth, aside
from a few childish curiosities explored along the way,
we'd never really crossed that particular line with
one another. And Di had even admitted to me how she had often
become aroused from our discussions as well, and though
falling far short of actually admitting she even masturbated
about anything we'd talked about or shared, the implication
that she had was there.


The move was easy for us, though harder on mom and dad of course.
Neither Di nor myself were currently involved in any relationships,
anticipating that we'd each eventually find someone
when school started. But again, with the closeness of our
own relationship, neither of us was in any big hurry to begin
dating again. Fate and Destiny would take care of that in
its own time.


Pete and Maggie had a fairly large place, and though not
exactly a mansion, they were well enough off to afford a
grounds-keeper for the garden, as well as a live in maid
that took care of much of the house-hold cleaning. About
the only household chores either Di and I had was to maintain
our own bedrooms, and do our own laundry. A more than reasonable
request for the amount of money we'd be saving by living
there rent-free.


Di's room was located on the upstairs floor just down
the hall from our Aunt and Uncles bedroom. Mine was on the
ground floor, a much smaller room which was fine with me
as I didn't need all the space, nor did I need the oversized
walk-in closet that Di had immediately fallen in love with
either. Besides, the French-style doors of my room, exited
directly out back towards the spacious swimming pool located
just a few feet away. Ideal for those late-night swims I
looked forward to taking, not to mention the Jacuzzi for
sore muscles after my workouts. Ironically however, it
was Di who was the first to try out the pool the night of our
arrival, and in so doing, set the stage for what would eventually
become the most interesting experience of our lives so
far!


It was already pretty late. Most everyone had retired to
bed earlier. I had decided to finish watching a particular
TV program, intending a nice late-night swim afterwards
when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye through
the blinds in my window. As the glow from the TV set was the
only source of light, I immediately switched that off now
sitting alone in the dark watching the approach of my twin
sister as she crossed the far end of the courtyard towards
the pool area. As my Aunt's home was in the shape of a
horseshoe, it placed the wing of their rooms across the
way and above mine. I noticed the lights in their bedroom
were off, though the light from the full moon illuminated
everything, particularly the pool area. I watched as Di
cast a furtively quick glance in the direction of my bedroom
before dropping the bathrobe she was wearing to the ground.
It wasn't like I hadn't seen her naked before,
I had. But I had to admit: in the intimate light of the full
moon, Di's nude form took on a sensuality that was often
described in books.


Her full breasts seemed to stiffen with the touch of the
cool night air, the twin cheeks of her ass almost puckering
as she began the slow cautious decent down the steps into
the water as she allowed herself to become accustomed to
the temperature. Watching her, I became curiously aroused,
felt my prick stiffening as I absentmindedly, and without
any real thought as to what I was doing, reached down inside
the waistband of my shorts and repositioned it as it lengthened.
I watched as Di smoothly rolled over onto her back, gliding
effortlessly the length of the pool before turning once
again, then just as silently cutting through the water
face down in the opposite direction. So absorbed had I been
in watching my sister swim, I was surprised to discover
that someone else had taken notice of it was well. Above,
on their private balcony overlooking the courtyard and
pool area, stood my Uncle, and though partially hidden
by the shadows, the nights illumination gave me a clear
view from where he stood while looking down upon my sister's
swim. I couldn't exactly blame him for doing so of course;
I mean after all, I was doing the very same thing myself!



What I didn't expect and found surprising, upon looking
away from my Uncle, and back to my sister for a few moments,
was when I glanced back to where he was standing. From my
vantage point, it was easy to see he'd undone the sash
on the robe he'd been wearing. It was open, and by the
position of his hands, it was clearly evident as to what
he was doing. Fascinated, I watched as he continued to stand
there fisting his hard erect cock, that even from this distance
was quite obvious. Amused, as well as excited, I found myself
doing the very same thing now, taking turns watching him
and glancing towards Dianne who was obviously quite oblivious
to either one of us. When Dianne finally climbed up and out
of the pool, I thought for sure that the show would soon be
over. Even Uncle Pete seemed to gather himself, stepping
back further into the shadows ensuring that Di wouldn't
inadvertently catch him looking down at her. And she did
glance that way briefly, before glancing just as quickly
in my direction as well before crossing to the far end of
the pool, climbing the short flight of steps to the diving
board. I thought briefly she was actually going to dive
until she walked nonchalantly along the length of the board
before sitting down, then laying on it with her legs dangling
over the edge. To my continued surprise, I watched as Dianne
gingerly spread her legs, slipping a delicate hand down
between them and began a slow playful fingering of herself
as she did. Glancing back up to where my Uncle had once stood,
I fully expected to again see him fisting himself as he watched
her. I was even more surprised to find that he had gone back
inside. Perhaps some twinge of remorse had gotten a hold
of him, guilt perhaps at becoming aroused while watching
his own niece, especially as she was now openly masturbating
while lying on the edge of the diving board for all the world
to see, had they been looking.


I however had no such thoughts, having frequently masturbated
in the past while conjuring images of my sister's nude
form, or recalling several of the intimate discussions
we'd often shared. It was a night of continuing surprises
however, each one becoming even more surprising than the
last. When I again glanced back towards the bedroom balcony,
not only did I again spot my uncle, but also my aunt! And neither
of them was wearing anything either. My uncle stood, Aunt
Maggie behind just off to one side. I watched as her hand
fondled and stroked his rigid member, his hand likewise
down between my Aunts legs as he fondled and played with
her. Both were fully consumed while watching my sister
as she had begun to even more vigorously pleasure herself
on the edge of the diving board, legs spread obscenely off
on either side as her fingers continued to twirl about her
clitoris in what was becoming an obvious race to the finish
line.


Though I had never seen my own mother fully naked before,
just rare occasional glimpses of her as I'd caught
her in various stages of dressing or undressing, now seeing
my aunt so fully revealed made me realize just how similarly
built the two of them were. I guess that large breasts ran
in the family. Dianne certainly was, as was mom of course.
But now seeing my Aunt's clearly revealed breasts
confirmed their similarities, as well as their subtle
differences too. Maggie's had a more mature look and
shape to them of course, quite naturally so. But I found
them equally alluring and provocative in their own way,
as I had found my sister's to be in hers. I found myself
desirous of a much closer look, perhaps even a side-by -side
comparison, though the likelihood of that happening at
the moment anyway was being far remote.


I found the boldness of their secretive adventure quite
exciting however, in ways I could have never imagined.
I had always known of course that neither my Aunt nor Uncle
were prudes, certainly not by their openness in conversations,
and the frankness of their answers whenever asked. I also
had already formed the opinion that they continued to share
an active and exciting sex-life, though had never imagined
experiencing that, even in this way, before now. I could
feel my own orgasm approach, the pearly liquid of precum
now oozing from the head of my cock in copious amounts, not
sure in what direction to look or enjoy those pleasures
when they came. On the balcony, my aunt continued pumping
my uncles prick, faster and harder now as though trying
to simultaneously achieve orgasm with my sister, as she
too seemed to have let all caution go to the wind, now sitting
up on the edge of the board, one hand pulling on and twisting
a nipple, the other furiously frigging her clit in wild
abandon. My own cock was on the verge of explosion, and it
was just a matter of who I was looking at when I did. Even through
the window, and at the distance that I was, I could clearly
hear the audible sigh and deep throaty moan of Dianne's
climax when it came. Looking up back towards the balcony,
it was clearly obvious by the way my Aunt was now holding
my Uncle's cock, that she was milking his semen from
it in hard felt jettison's of spunk as she aimed it through
the open grates of the ornamental safety fence that surrounded
the balcony. I saw him bracing his hands upon the railing,
eyes still clearly focused down towards Dianne as she exploded,
and as Maggie slowly coaxed the last vestiges of my Uncles
cream from his prick.


The climax that surged through the length of my cock felt
like it would rip the top of my head off. Collapsing back
into my bed, I felt the streamers of spunk escaping my prick,
showering myself while images of my sister twiddling her
twat seemed to merge with those of my Aunt jacking off my
Uncle. By the time I'd recomposed myself, once again
looking out through the window, everyone had gone. Just
as though the whole thing had been nothing more than a figment
of my own imagination. Had it not been for the closing of
the door across the way where I realized my sister had just
entered back into the house, I might have actually wondered.






#


It was the sound of my Uncles car pulling out of the garage
that was near me that woke me from my blissful sleep. A sleep
that had been filled with images of the night before, though
I had dreamed myself first licking my sister's sweet
cunt, then my Aunts. It was Sunday. I recalled my Uncle informing
everyone of his golf date early in the morning. Glancing
at the alarm on the nightstand, it was just seven o'clock,
and I was famished! Making my way down the hallway towards
the kitchen area, I stopped short at the sound of voices,
obviously my Aunt and sister were already awake, enjoying
a cup of coffee together as the aroma of freshly made coffee
tempted me to enter in and join them. And I would have, had
it not been for the question I heard Dianne asking our Aunt.



"So you and Uncle Pete watched me?"


For a moment, I was sure they were talking about something
else, another place, and another time. Surely they weren't
discussing last night.


"Hell yes!" I heard Maggie laugh in response.
"I was almost asleep when he came back into the bedroom
and told me what you were doing! Like I said honey, your Uncle
and I have this little game we enjoy playing, and we do it
all the time. The fact that you inadvertently joined us,
or helped us to enjoy you, in all fairness wasn't something
I was willing to hide from you either. And your Uncle agreed.
He felt it was only right that we tell you that we watched,
and more importantly, explained to you what we enjoy doing
just in case there are any future encounters like the one
last night."


I heard Dianne giggle. "Well, I have to admit Aunt
Maggie, I did wonder if I might get caught, though to be honest,
I was half expecting it to be Brandon, and not either one
of you!"


At the sound of my name, I took a half step backwards, worried
now that I might be breathing too hard, and thus overheard.
Not only was this conversation turning interesting, but
it was evident to me now that Dianne had indeed half expected
me to be watching her, and for all I knew, wishing it!


"So...tell me more about this game you and Uncle Pete
enjoy playing!" Dianne pressed.


"Only if you stop calling me your Aunt Maggie!"
My Aunt told her. "Just call me Mag's or Maggie
if you prefer. But Aunt Maggie seems so formal and impersonal,
especially now under the circumstances." Once again
I heard Dianne laugh.


"Ok, Mag's!" she again giggled. "But
tell me more about this naughty little game of yours and
Uncle Pete's!"


Suddenly, I was just as interested in hearing about it as
she was.


"Well, for one thing, " she began. "We
promised one another a long time ago that we weren't
going to turn out like a lot of old married couples. We wanted
to ensure there would always be excitement and adventure
in our sex-life. And as both your Uncle and I have expressed
to you in the past in our conversations, we view masturbation
as perfectly normal, certainly healthy, and it can be fun
as well as entertaining without becoming boring whatsoever."



"I remember, " Dianne offered, as did I. It
had been my Uncle Pete who had first caught me stroking my
dick behind the house while looking at some girlie magazine
I had fished out of the neighbor's garbage. At first
I felt ashamed, dirty...and worse, scared that he would
go in and tell my parents what he'd caught me doing.
Instead, he had assured me that what I was doing was perfectly
normal, that he in fact still did it frequently himself,
and was also most certain that my own father, even my mother
did as well. He then went on to tell me that anytime I wanted
to discuss anything of a sexual nature with him that he'd
do his best to explain it to me, and that I was never to fear
his betraying our trust or confidence in anything we spoke
of. He never did. Which is basically how things had evolved
up unto this very point. I had also surmised that Dianne
was getting the same sort of advice from my Aunt, which we
confirmed early on was the case when comparing notes, and
then entering into our own personal intimate little discussions.



"So, just how often do you do it anyway?" I heard
Dianne asking.


"Oh, I'd say nearly every single day. And quite
often, several times a day, " Maggie added. "But
the whole point of the game is to do it without getting caught,
though sometimes getting caught is also part of the game
too. Adding in the element of danger just adds to the excitement.
Then of course there is the idea of exhibitionism that I
believe is in all of us, plus the aspect of voyeurism too.
I like the idea that someone might be watching me, either
secretly, or obviously. And I also like watching someone,
whether it be your uncle, the gardener, our maid...or like
last night, you."


"The maid?" Dianne exclaimed in surprise.



Once again Maggie laughed. "Why else do you think
your Uncle hired her?" she asked. "Lets face
it, she's certainly not the best house-keeper we've
ever had, but one of the conditions of her employment was
that she occasionally masturbate for us while we watch,
though your uncle prefers to try and catch her at it. He even
pays her a bonus to do it openly, with some chance of discovery,
so she can't just lock herself in her bedroom either.
She has to do it where someone could actually see her doing
it. She gets a bonus either way, though if she does it and
isn't seen, it's not quite as much as if she gets
caught doing it, and not as much as when she joins us while
we all masturbate together."


"And you and Uncle Pete do the same?" Dianne
questioned.


"Pretty much yes. And part of the game is that we're
totally honest with one another about it too. Much like
last night, and this morning."


"This morning? You've already done it this morning?
I thought you'd just gotten up when I did."


Once again I heard Maggie laugh. "Oh honey, I've
been doing it the entire time you've been sitting here!"
she told her. "That's the truthful part of the
game I was telling you about. Later, after your Uncle gets
home, I'll tell him all about this. Tell him how we sat
at the breakfast table talking about it, all the while I
was touching myself without your being aware of it."



"Until now you mean."


"Yeah, until now."


"And then you'll tell him about that too?"



"Of course."


"And you'll tell him that I was masturbating
as well?"


"Are you?"


I heard the sound of the chair move. More than anything I
wanted to enter the kitchen and join them. But I also felt
like that would disrupt everything, and besides, now I
was curious as to when, if ever, that my Aunt and Uncle would
bring me into their confidence as well. Additionally,
I was also curious to see if Dianne might tell me about it,
it had been quite a while after all since we'd really
sat down and had a real good sexy discussion with one another.
But after last night, and now this morning, I felt we were
both long well over due.


"I guess you are!" Maggie shot back a moment
later with an added giggle of her own.


"Let me watch you cum Mag's" Dianne asked
sincerely. "Before Brandon gets up!"


"We'd better hurry then, I have a feeling he'll
be up soon, " she added with a sly smile in her tone
of voice. "And something else too, I'd be willing
to bet he was watching you last night just as we were, "
she added.


"Wondered about that myself, " Dianne admitted.
"Maybe I'll even ask him...later."


With that, I soon tiptoed as quietly as I could back down
the hall to my room. Gathering up what few dirty clothes
I already had, I then decided to drop them into the washer
on my way back to the kitchen, this time making enough noise
to alert the two of them to my presence. Perhaps by that time
they would have finished watching one another getting
off, and even more importantly, perhaps even include me
in their naughty little conversation. Turning the doorknob, I stepped into the laundry room and
nearly tripped over myself in doing so. There stood Carlotta,
their maid, shorts down around her ankles, panties stretched
tightly just above the knees. Even more amazing however
was the appearance of a bright green cucumber firmly embedded
deep within her near hairless cunt. Speechless for a moment,
obviously surprised, even embarrassed, I spoke before
she did.


"I'll make sure Uncle Pete knows I caught you, "
I informed her grinning. "Maybe you'll get something
extra for someone else finding you besides either my Aunt
or my Uncle."


Carlotta relaxed, smiling, then nodding her head as she
finished tossing in the few added things I had brought into
the room with me. I watched briefly for a moment before turning
and heading back out the door, the cucumber still comfortably
resting between her legs. By the time I had again reached
the kitchen area, I could smell bacon cooking. This time
I continued on through the door without stopping, somewhat
disappointed that I caught neither of them with their fingers
happily dancing on their pussies, but quickly reminded
that I was after all still famished.


"So...what's for breakfast I asked?"






#


Though a nice healthy breakfast had certainly curbed my
physical appetite, my emotional appetite remained. Neither
Di, nor my aunt had alluded to anything of a sexual nature
whatsoever. And the fact that they had both masturbated
just minutes before my arrival, was driving my curiosity
insane. With my Uncle still out on the golf course somewhere,
Di and my Aunt headed out to do some shopping. I figured to
spend some quiet time alone given the opportunity to do
so, and thus wandered about the house and grounds giving
myself a brief tour. In the back of my mind of course, I half
hoped at the very least to catch Carlotta enjoying herself
once again, but she had after all already performed for
the day, so the likelihood of her doing so again seemed remote.
I had half talked myself into a late afternoon swim when
I spotted Carlotta's husband, Carlos the groundskeeper
as he wheeled the now empty wheelbarrow back into the shed
after having finished weeding the garden.


Where Carlotta was small in stature, though full-figured,
Carlos was a tall well-muscled individual. And though
my Uncle Pete may very well have had some say in hiring Carlotta,
I had no doubt upon seeing Carlos that my Aunt Maggie had
most likely had the final say. He was ruggedly handsome
in that sexy-Latino type of way that I knew she most favored.
Coming from a Spanish background herself, Aunt Maggie
always had had a thing for the tall dark and handsome types.
I was preparing to duck into my bedroom when I saw Carlotta
enter the shed behind Carlos. And though she made some half-assed
effort at closing the door, it remained ajar, leaving me
more than just a bit curious as to what it was she might be
up to. Making my way quickly towards the shed, which was
the size of a small garage, I was happy to see that it was well
lit. Though I couldn't see them as yet, I could hear
the sound of their voices somewhere down at the far end.
Under the circumstances, I wasn't too afraid of being
caught, catching them. For all I knew, they might in fact
be well aware of the possibility. At this point I didn't
know if there was anything extra in it for them or not. Didn't
matter really, whatever they were doing or up to was obvious
by the sounds I could now hear.


"That's it baby! That's it! Suck my pussy!"



As quiet as a church mouse, I made my way down one of the isles
that separated the various gardening tools. Peering briefly
through the shelves as I made my way down the isle, I soon
spotted them on the far isle facing away from me. Carlotta
was sitting on the edge of one of the workbenches, already
the short-shorts she'd been wearing earlier when
I came upon her in the laundry room where gone. But unlike
in the laundry room this time the blouse she'd been
wearing was undone all the way, exposing her fairly large
breasts with two of the darkest, largest areola's
I had ever seen. Carlos was down on his knees before her,
his mouth already busily lapping away at her cunt, one hand
reaching up to cup and maul her exposed breast, tweaking,
twisting and pulling on those amazingly long, hard extended
nipples.


"That's it baby! Eat it! Suck my clit!"



Even as she spoke, she looked up and spotted me almost immediately.
Almost as if she knew I was there all along. She made no effort
to stop what they were doing, nor alert Carlos to my presence.
Whether he knew I was there or not didn't seem to matter.
And probably didn't. But even so, I remained partially
hidden as well as quiet as I continued to watch the two of
them from my place of concealment. Once again she smiled,
wet her lips as she looked at me, then placed her hand firmly
against her husbands head, pushing it even harder against
herself.


"Suck it! Suck it hard you fucking bastard!"
She near screamed. "Make me cum all over your face!"



As Carlos now began sucking her cunt for all he was worth,
I again saw her look towards me, a wicked mischievous smile
on her face, then mouthing the words towards me. "Take...it...out!"



There was no mistaking what she wanted, and I was already
half there anyway. I hadn't even realized that my hand
was already caressing my rock-hard prick from the outside
of my pants. Unzipping myself, I freed my turgid member
and gave the mushroomed head of my prick a nice loving squeeze,
milking the anticipated and hoped for lubrication that
I now used to further stimulate and caress my prick with.
To my surprise, Carlotta frowned, letting me know as she
did that she couldn't see what I was actually doing.
Stepping out from around the shelving, I lowered my Levi's
as well, fully exposing myself to her as I did. Now she grinned,
nodding her approval and began humping herself against
Carlos face with real determination.


"Yes baby...yes, " she mewled now. "Make
Carlotta cum" she addressed herself. "Make
Carlotta's pussy gush all over her husbands face.
Make me squirt deep into your mouth lover, then watch as
you soon squirt into mine!"


In seconds, she was doing just that, and I watched in abject
fascination, as Carlotta's pussy seemed to explode
in a rich creamy cascade of frothy-white cunt juice. Carlos
half gagged, almost drowning from the deluge that poured
forth from her pussy, but he'd obviously been there
before, now drinking her down furiously as she came. So
close to the edge now myself, I was on the verge of tipping
myself over when she spoke, this time without mouthing
the words, purposely, and without fear.


"No...not yet!" She told me directly. "You
cum when Carlos cums!" She ordered.


I then realized that Carlos too had to have been aware of
my presence all along. When he finally stood up, his face
still slick with his wife's pleasures, he smiled,
licking the sweet residue from his finger-tips, and then
hers as she reached down to gather up some of the moisture
that remained between her legs.


"Taste?" she asked offering me a finger. I looked
uncertainly towards her husband, but though he spoke not
a word, he continued to smile towards me in a non-threatening
way.


"He speaks little English, " she informed
me. "But you have no reason to fear anything. He quite
likes the game, " she added, once again alluding
to the obvious arrangement that the two of them had agreed
to beforehand.


It felt a little odd standing there with my prick sticking
straight out, odder still doing so with one of Carlotta's
sweet tasting fingers in my mouth as I sucked it.


"Will you cum for me now?" She asked hotly. "Will
you make your prick squirt with pleasure just as my husbands
will do as I suck it?" she questioned me.


Now it was my turn to simply nod my head, grin and then smile
in the direction of Carlos as he finally stood, the sound
of his buckle being undone, his pants dropping onto the
concrete floor of the shed.


I've seen some fairly large pricks before. And not
to say I'm ashamed of my own either, but Carlos had one
of those cocks that you'd expect to see in some porn
movie. This guy was enormous, and by the looks of it, he was
still thickening, growing, even as I felt my own suddenly
shy away.


"Not so good for fucking, " she told me, speaking
as though she'd just given me the weather report, wagging
his enormous dick back and forth within her smallish sized
hands. I had no way of knowing if he fully understood what
she'd just said or not, though he continued to smile
as she continued to wave his cock back and forth towards
me like it was a light-saber. For the briefest of moments,
I had this weird image of the two of us, Carlos dressed all
in black, sounding much like James Earl Jones when he spoke,
holding onto an enormous blue glowing dick. Me, Obi One
Kan "knobby" if you will, as I had at least noticed
the head of my dick was just as big, if not bigger than his.
Or at least it was when it began growing again as Carlotta
then knelt down in front of him and began licking the entire
length of that massive shaft.

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Great story! KEEP IT CUMING!

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rm_CAT_992 replies on 1/17/2008 4:00 am:
Have you seen this before on ALT maybe under a another name we you read it all and I'd hope you add me to your list but if not enjoy and I trust you'll find what your looking for

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The Story is written by a guy called Many Feathers the copy
on alt is also a stolen copy.


You claim to me the Author of the story at the top of the article.
In this case I knew you were not.


The same applies to Size8 Panties. I do not have a problem
with either story the Games People Play is very good well
written...


In any case I have contacted the original Author just to
let him know. What are the odds that I would post my stories
on the same site he does.



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