Viv closed her eyes, as Billy bounced up and down on her. They had been married seven years now, and this twice-weekly ritual held no excitement for her. She shuffled her feet to try and bare his weight more evenly, but it was still uncomfortable. He grunted, and lifted himself up on his arms, holding his breath. It was nearly over now, thank God. "Oh, oh!" she gasped with practiced realism. Then he exploded into her, grunting like a sweating animal, and his head fell onto her shoulder.

Alan was a real marketing professional. He had learnt it the hard way, not the way of the soft stupid kids he had to manage these days, with their bloody degrees and masters! He had left school and gone out and sold things, and he was bloody good at it! His philosophy in life was simple. If you played, you played to win! That applied to everything; to his golf, his driving, and even his conversation.

Brad tried to hold himself back, but he couldnt. Mollys coaxing fingers stroked the small of his back, and pressed his buttocks to urge him forward. He tried to think of other things, but couldnt. Nature took over, and he came. Mollys hands fluttered across his back in congratulations, and she squeezed him with her legs in triumph. He let his head fall onto her shoulder in resignation. He hated this.

Jordan reached across his chest, and played with her boyfriends budding breasts. She stroked the firm mounds, and playfully ran her fingers across his dark protruding nipples. She smiled. "Thanks for agreeing to share the breastfeeding with me," she said, kissing his ear. Share indeed, she thought to herself. He was going to do the lot if she had her way! No way was she going to let having a baby interfere with her social life! "Its all

Todd got home from school, and threw his bag onto the coat stand behind the door. He could smell the evening meal cooking from down the corridor. Dinner was going to be on time today. Good, he was going out tonight; going out with John to see if they could get some girls. "Come in here Todd!" he heard his mother calling from the kitchen. He winced at the tone of her voice. It sounded like trouble.

The three of them laughed loudly to hide their nervousness, and Jim pulled the door of the bar open with more force than was really required. Let the men inside know that he and his mates were strong, and let the women in there know that they were prime shagging material! It was still quite early, and the bar wasnt all that full. With practiced eyes the three of them stared around the room, homing in on any groups of girls that they could find.

Terri knew that there was something wrong with Alison as soon as she got home from school. She knew her daughter well. The girl came in and threw her book bag onto the kitchen table in a fit of anger, and stomped off upstairs. Terri sighed. Alison was barely twelve, but that was no guarantee against teenage tantrums and moods. There had been a number of them lately, and a couple of weekends before, they had gone off together to buy Alisons first bra.

The device was black, and interestingly shaped. Ten sets of eyes around her were still looking at the last sample, as it was handed round, buzzing away to itself, its tip wobbling in a gentle spiral. She coughed in an attempt to gain attention to the latest showpiece. "We call this one the Extender." "Oh Ive heard of them!" one of the women gasped. "There was something about them on telly the other day! Theyre a bit kinky arent

Ten sets of eyes around her were still looking at the last sample, as it was handed round, buzzing away to itself, its tip wobbling in a gentle spiral. She coughed in an attempt to gain attention to the latest showpiece. "We call this one the Extender." "Oh Ive heard of them!" one of the women gasped. "There was something about them on telly the other day! Theyre a bit kinky arent they?" "Not really," the demonstrator said with studied