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<title><![CDATA[Charade]]></title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2002 05:44:51 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Copyright &copy; 2002 Lusty Library<br/><br/><br />
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Charade  by Colette Wilder <br />
So as to not tax my Dear Reader with the extent of this contribution, this mostly-true yet lengthy story of youthful lust is offered in five installments, with events climaxing, so to speak, in Chapter 5. <br />
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Motorcycles have always fascinated me &mdash; well, mostly the guys who ride them. Each time I spread my legsto straddle that broad leather seat, I swoon as the purring of the motor penetrates the crotch of my panties. I can&rsquo;t help myself &mdash; I immediately turn into a provocative little tease.I simply cannot resist pressing my breasts against his strong, muscular back; or reaching my hands around him to grasp his rugged leather belt, innocently allowing my fingers to trail just a little too low &mdash; and so it was today. <br />
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Brad was the older brother of my best friend, Karen. In order to afford college, he still lived at home with his parents.He wasan upperclassman at the local university and three years my senior.Up until recently Brad had always treated me like a kid sister, but something was different now, and it all began a few weeks ago when I turned eighteen. Maybe I was no longer a kid to him, maybe no longer jail-bait, but regardless, he seemed edgy around me lately. Perhaps he was intrigued by my dark summer tan or long sun-streaked hair, but most likely, I suspect ...<br/><br/><a href="http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Straight/18_Candles/Charade_9567">Get The Full Story At Lusty Library</a>]]></description>
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