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*******************Read Me First************************************
My erotic fiction stories are for adults only. If you are not at
least twenty one years old, please do not read this story. It
contains explicit sex and is not to be read if you are underage or
live where it is illegal to do so. The characters and places in
this story are completely fictional and any resemblance to anyone
or anything real is completely accidental and coincidental. Re-post
of this story is only permitted if the posting site is free and
non-commercial.
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
(a Pen Name)
Copyright 2000
*************************Thank You***********************************
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
Chapter 8
Junior Lights a Fire
Patty pulled Junior back to the house and into the foyer to await her
husband.
"You are too sweet!" She exclaimed. "Grab those other boxes and bring
them back to my room. See, look at this swell house. That's the
formal dining room and that's the formal living room and there's the
kitchen. It's huge! That part is the breakfast nook. This is the
family room and in there is the den. What's the difference? Well the
family room is for, you know!, family and parties! The den is the TV
room. The back room over there is the library and Bob's office. Over
here is the master bedroom suite. Right. The previous owners put
this on when they got older; two master bedrooms with huge clothes
closets and a giant bath with a Jacuzzi! Over here in this bedroom;
I'm going confiscate it for my dressing room; get rid of this stupid
day bed, set up a desk and computer over there and, maybe, put in a
tanning bed! Well! What do you think?"
Junior had seen newer, bigger homes but was a gentleman as his Mother
had taught him: "It's fabulous. All this room and the fine woodwork.
They don't build them like this anymore."
Patty only half heard him as she began to rip boxes open. "What do
you think of this?" she asked him, holding up a nearly see thru beige
cocktail dress. "I can wear my pair of high-heel sandals and that new
bra . . . Hey! We didn't bring in the lingerie I picked out! Be a
dear and go get that for me, would you? Oh thank you Junior. You're
a darling!"
Junior went back out, admiring the paintings and candelabra as her
went. He moved his car out of the way, pending the Professor's
arrival, and brought in the rest of her purchases. As he entered her
`dressing room', he had to pause because she was naked again. He
watched a minute as she held up one dress after another to see if she
wanted to wear it that evening. First she'd hold it in front, looking
into the full length mirrors. Then turn to one side, checking her ass
and tits, then to the other side. He was trying to decide which side
he preferred when she saw him watching in a side mirror.
"Oh, My!" she gushed in her now practiced southern belle voice. "I do
declare! A gentleman watching me dress." She laughed. "Which do you
like? The brown or the black?" holding one in each hand.
Junior tossed the bags onto the pile of empty boxes and walked to her
appraising her nude form, instead of the proffered dresses.
"Well, black is good. Very basic and goes with anything," he
explained as he eyed her big tits and fat erect nipples. "Then again,
the beige is delicate and highlights your eyes and deep tan to
perfection," while he mentally measured her waist and hips, pausing to
consider her bald pussy and protruding clit. "Perhaps if you'd turn
around I'd get to see better?"
"What? My ASS?" She spit out as she threw the two dresses at him.
"Look buddy, you're no help at all." Laughing she instructed: "Now
get out of here and go get the Champagne ready. It's in the kitchen;
in the big refrigerator on the bottom. Bob bought all that for me for
yesterday, when I got home, but we didn't get to open any. I sort of
got carried away and well . . . we didn't have any time to open it. I
promised Bob that we'd have some today for happy hour. So go! The
Ice is in the freezer and the bucket and the glasses are on the
counter. Ice the bottle down and get it all ready. You know how to
do it? Good. If you want, take it into the family room put it on the
big coffee table. If you're really inspired, light the fire that's
laid in the fireplace." She came to him nude, grabbed him by the
lapels, and kissed him firmly. "Be sweet to me and I'll be sweet to
you! Now get!"
"Sure, sure! I've heard that before!" he laughed back at her, ducking
out the door just as a shoe flew past his head.
Junior did as he was asked. He found the kitchen and agreed with her
that it was huge. It was the size of one for a good size commercial
restaurant. Three large refrigerators, one of which turned out to be
all freezer, were all stainless steel and appeared to be mostly empty.
`Charlie the cabbie will be thrilled with the trip to the grocery
store tomorrow!' he thought. He found the Champagne and loaded the
ice bucket with ice from the separate ice maker next to the freezer.
`Cool,' he remarked to himself as he looked at the double over-large
ovens, full length cook's island with a second gas range and grill.
`What a party place. There's enough pots and pans alone here to cook a
feast for fifty!'
He carried the tray of Champaign and glasses to the coffee table.
She'd said the `Large' coffee table and now he knew what she meant.
Two very comfortable looking over-stuffed couches faced each other
across the `Large' coffee table in front of the mammoth 12 foot stone
fireplace; three other couches with smaller coffee tables sided the
room on the sides. Three arm chairs and several more matching side
chairs sat around making small `conversation' areas. `I'm going to
have to get out of this `fuck ME - fuck ME' family room setting. And
I always wondered why they called it a family room. The whole family
could fuck here!'
"Hey there!" Patty called from behind him. "Just light the fire and
we're all set!"
Junior turned and saw her perched with one foot on the floor and the
other over the arm of one of the big couches. All she had on was a red
bustier and five inch heels.
"You like?" she teased as he stammered. "I just had to show you this.
Isn't it a gas? I know Bob doesn't like bras, but maybe this will
turn his crank! Junior, get back! No, now is not the time! Bob
will be here in a few minutes and. . . . Ahhhii!"
Patty dashed back into her dressing room before Junior could catch
her. `That bitch keeps telling me later! Later! Not now! Later!
Damn!'
Junior went and opened the flue, checked the logs and lite the fire.
He was poking the fire when from behind him came:
"You should have used the gas lighter, Junior. It works a lot
better!"
"Dr. Wentworth! Hello! I mean, I ah. . . . well Patty told me to. .
. . ah. . . . "
"It's OK, Junior. Patty called me at the office. I want to thank you
for spending your day helping her. She said that you were extremely
helpful to her and that I should be glad that I didn't have to wait on
her hand and foot like you did."
"I'm sorry Sir. I tried to leave but she insisted that I wait until
you got home. I don't want to interfere with your private life and I
don't mean to be hanging out with. . . . "
"Now Junior! Stop it! We're both very grateful and I KNOW how
INSISTANT she can be. Really, believe me! I understand. It's Ok!
Sometime I'll have to tell you about how she. . . . "
"WAIT JUST A MINUTE!" Patty exclaimed as she entered the room. "Don't
you go telling our secrets to this young boy. He's very sweet and
took very good care of me while I spent your money like a silly
schoolgirl!" She whisped into the room in her new beige cocktail
dress, stopping all conversation. She was beautiful. Gorgeous.
Fantastic. The dress was brief, strapless, see-through, highlighted
her eyes and tan, and hid only her nipples and pussy.
"You like?" she asked her husband, as she twirled, flashing her fine
ass and hairless pussy. "Yes, I can see in your eyes that my choice
is just right. You see Junior," she asked me as she cuddled up to her
husband and kissed him gently, "I just knew that he would love to pay
for all my finery when I got a chance to model it all for him. Don't
you darling?"
"Ah hem!" the Professor cleared his throat. "Ah. . . . I a. . . .
well certainly! Every man loves to have his woman look good. Don't
you think Junior?"
"Right you are sir. I a. . . . mean. . . . . that. . . . I. . . . a.
. . . agree! Yes Sir. Women like to look good and when they do look
good,. . . . well she a. . . . does look. . . . a. . . . I mean. . . "
They all broke up laughing and even Junior had to laugh at his
inability to state what he wanted to say.
Patty recovered first and sat on the couch near the fire with a whoosh
that only an expensive cocktail dress can do. Naturally she flashed
Junior her bald cunt and then crossed her legs, showing almost all of
her luscious tanned thighs.
"Let's have some Champaign guys. I'm parched!"
Junior and the Professor fumbled for the bottle at first, then Junior
got smart and let the host do the honors. The good Doctor poured
three glasses and handed one to each Patty and Junior.
"I ah. . . . I really. . . . ah" Junior started again to the chuckles
of the Wentworths.
'I mean, I don't usually drink much. Well, actually don't drink at
all. I really shouldn't have this. I mean. . . . "
"You be quiet there!" admonished Patty. "This is our little
celebration and you're not going to ruin my fun. Now shut UP! and
drink!"
Dr. Wentworth raised his glass: "I propose a toast. `Here's to good
friends and safe travels!" He clinked his glass with Patty's and
Junior's and they all drank.
The Professor sat and put his arm around his wife's bare shoulders
saying: "Junior. I didn't get a chance to do that last night, after
Patty's safe arrival from her flight from California. We. . . . a. .
. . didn't get. . . . ah. . . . time. . . . to. . . . "
Patty laughed and interrupted with: "I seduced him. NO, that's not
right! I raped him. Right over there on the floor. He didn't have a
chance. Closed the front door and I got round heels. We didn't get
five feet. I had, what do they call it?: Peanut Butter Legs! Easy
to Spread!" she squealed. He didn't even get his pants off and I
wasn't wearing any!!!" she laughed at herself and then at her
husband's frown.
"Come on Bob! Surely you don't think that Junior wouldn't have
expected us to not have sex after we've not seen each other for six
months! Gosh! We're not prudes!"
Junior just smiled and adjusted his hardon as Patty giggled and
flashed her pussy at him again while she uncrossed and re-crossed her
legs.
Professor Wentworth looked understandingly at Junior. "Has she been
doing this to you all day?"
Patty slapped him on his leg playfully, "Don't go troubling Junior by
asking what I do. I haven't been telling him about us at all."
Junior had to agree: "No Sir. She hasn't spoken about your. . . . ah.
. . . private lives. . . . ah. . . . at. . . . "
"No Junior. That's not what I'm taking about. I meant has she been
showing you her charms? All day?"
"Well Sir, she is very charming and all. . . . " Junior replied coyly
as Patty choked on her Champagne.
"See! I told you he was clever. He's very clever! Don't let his
boyish looks and gentlemanly manners fool you. He's knows what's
going on a lot more that he lets on! Very clever is Mr. James
Wentworth Preston Jr."
"OK! We're adults here! So, Junior, has my wife been showing you her
pussy and tits all day? Just like she did a minute ago? Has She???"
Patty stood up and wagged a finger at Junior: "Him? I showed him
everything! I teased him and got him worked up and toyed with him all
day! See! He's still got that hardon I gave him this morning! But
he hasn't laid a hand on me. He did kiss me once after I exploded at
that sales lady. But by God she was a bitch and I should have put her
in jail but Junior here, Junior ole' buddy, took care of me and kept
me from going ballistic." Turning to her husband, "Bob, this guy has
the biggest, fattest, cock that I'VE NEVER SEEN!" She shouted, as she
flopped back onto the couch. "Here Bob, let's toast Junior. To a
really nice guy!" They clinked and sipped their Champagne.
Junior, wanting to break the ice some more, stood and toasted: "Here's
to the Doctors Wentworth; together again and let nothing tear them
asunder!" They all three drank to Junior's toast.
They had empty glasses after Junior's toast to `The Doctors Wentworth'
and Patty handed her empty glass to her husband asking: "Fill us up
and let my tell you what a fabulous day we had!"
Professor Wentworth poured and handed the glasses around.
"Thanks Professor Wentworth," Junior thanked his host.
"Before you get started dear, and I hope you'll include all the
delicious details, Junior, you are just going to have to call me Bob
when you're here at the house. Professor or Doctor is fine on the
campus, but here in my home, I'd prefer you'd call me Bob. Ok?"
"Sure, Prof. . . . er. . . . Bob. Whatever you say!"
Junior and Bob listened to Patty recount the day's events. She wasn't
shy and didn't leave out anything. She laughingly told about getting
him hard in the car. "I wasn't sure if he could drive with the GIANT
boner I gave him. He almost stopped breathing when I show him my
boobs. . . ." giggling too much to finish. Junior told Bob about her
spilling her C of C brochures on the floor of the car and giving him a
great view down her dress.
Bob laughed too and said that was one of her favorite tricks.
Patty related how she had to convince Junior to go to the shops with
her. She told about keeping Junior hard to distract the sales lady.
Then she got to the part about the sex slave girl and her anger
returned; "That rotten bitch. I think I'll go back there tomorrow
morning and tell her off good. I'll get the police and the child care
folks to put her away. That stupid slut! Boy oh boy! I'm going to
fix her sorry ass! Just wait until I. . . . "
"Darling!" Bob admonished her. "You'll do no such thing! I'm sure
that this town has a lot worse and it won't do ME or YOU any good to
have you flying off the handle at this time. You can put your
energies into helping me break down some barriers in the University
Community. Barriers against what, I am sure you'll agree, are too
restrictive and parochial issues for a modern University. We've got a
nice place here, good positions at the University, and quite a few
fine friends. Now don't you go rock the boat just yet. I don't think
the keel will take it just now. Maybe later on, after you establish
yourself here, something can be done. It may be possible to solve the
problem without confrontation. Let's look into it calmly. Let's not
get our hands dirty unless we have to. Ok?"
"All right. I'll watch my mouth!" She went on to tell about the
lingerie shop and the Patti "with an `i'". They all laughed about
the coincidence and Patty sneered at Junior about his `power failure'
joke. Patty told about Patti's bust problem and how she had to help
the poor girl. Then when she got to the sex parts, she glossed them
over.
Bob caught on quick. "Are you skipping over some juicy parts? Bob
dressed and you four girls all naked? On a fake fur? You're not
telling everything, are you dear?"
"Well, it sort of got carried away." Patty murmured. "See, Patti was
crying and I felt so bad for her and the two girls on Bob's lap joined
us and then,. . . . well. . . . I. . . . an. . . . I mean they. . . .
ah. . . . grabbed me. . . . and. . . . I was so horny and. . . . ah. .
. . "
Bob looked at Junior and asked: "A three on one?"
Junior looked at a guilty-looking Patty and answered: "Well Sir. . . .
I mean Bob, they sort of attacked her and. . . . well. . . . yes. . .
. it was a three on one!"
Bob smiled and asked Junior if she screamed? "Well, yes, or maybe. .
. . more like a howl!"
Bob looked at a now shy Patty. "You howled for them?"
Patty looked at him with downcast eyes and replied softly: "I didn't
mean to. I was just being nice. And Junior just sat there and I
didn't think that they'd do what they did. That girl Kelly kept
sucking my tits and kissing on me and that little girl Debbie, well
she ate my pussy like a brothel whore, she sucked my clit and banged
my hole like there was no tomorrow, and you know how much I like that,
I was cumming and cumming and cumming and then that Patti `with an `i`
took her fucking tongue and shoved it into my ass so far I thought it
was going come out my mouth. Then she started to wiggle it around and
I really lost it then and, well, I guess I. . . . just. . . . well,
sort of. . . . lost it. . . . and. . . . "
"Did you cum hard? Like a slut?" Patty was nodding yes. "Like a
sweet California cum slut?"
"YES I DID!" Patty shouted, eyes ablaze, "I came like a BITCH IN
HEAT. If I hadn't nearly passed out, I'd still be there letting them
do me. Lord, Bob, that little girl Debbie can lap pussy like a dream.
She found my G-Spot just like that" she snapped her fingers. "When
she stroked me, every time she hit my G-spot, she sucked my clit HARD!
Nobody's ever done me like that! Christ on a crutch! She can lick me
ANYTIME, ANYDAY, ANYWHERE! Then, THEN, that whore put her tongue up
my ass! NO, not like normal people. Her tongue is a God Damn foot
long! Has to be! She didn't tease me; she just shoved it in. A
little, a little more, then a little more, back out, then back in with
a rush, then in more and more and MORE AND MORE. Bob, that slut had a
tongue longer than your cock! It's huge! I was pretty gone by then,
my pussy running like fucking Niagara Falls and this girl Kelly
sucking my tits soft like a pre-teen lezzie newbee and then Patti, yes
Patty with a fucking `i', she started to wave her tongue around inside
of my ass like it was a fourth of July parade flag and well, what can
I say. I came like virgin fresh from the farm.
"And it's all his fault!" she pointed at Junior. "His fault! All day
I'm getting worked up. So hot I could have fried an egg on my pussy!
Him! Showed him my tits and ass and pussy! What's he do? Nothing!
His dick just gets bigger and fatter and harder and MY GOD. Why
didn't he FUCK me? Or finger me? Of suck my hot CUNT! Or SUCK my
TITS! All your big-cocked cousin had to do was let me suck him! I
would have cum a few times and then I'd have taken the edge off and
there wouldn't have been my ass in the air, getting my ass tongue-
fucked, clit-sucked, and tit rubbed. IT'S HIS FAULT!" She pointed at
Junior again.
"Well Junior." Bob told him. "You've got a lot to answer to. Why
don't you tell me about your special pants? They look mighty handy.
I'll pour again."
Junior gulped but managed to tell Bob about his and his Dad's tailor
that was gay and made their pants special. Junior told about the
expandable unique front pouch made-to-fit slacks.
"So you and your Dad go to the same gay tailor?" Bob asked
rhetorically. "Do you mind if I check it out?" he asked as he reached
to Junior's crotch.
Junior had a flash hope and said "Sure. No problem!" He glanced at
Patty and saw the fire in her eyes.
Bob slid his hand down Junior's crotch and felt the material. "It
sure feels smooth and comfortable. Crude modifications would mean
chafing or irritation, but these seem very well done indeed." Bob felt
some more up and down and up and down and Junior got hard. Bob slid
his hand down to Junior's balls and hefted them saying: "There seems
to be plenty of room for the testicles and no pull from the rear," as
his other hand felt his ass and down to meet his hand from the front.
On his knees now, Bob shamelessly pumped up and down Junior's shaft,
still discussing the material and cut of the slacks: "They seem to
stay wrinkle free and don't appear to be harsh against the skin. The
buttocks area material still hangs properly, not tight, still loose,
but shapely. Excellent tailoring, Junior, just superb!"
Turning Junior to face his wife, while still blatantly caressing his
ass, Bob asked her: "Is this the hard cock you've been telling me
about?"
Patty nodded yes and moved over to in front of the fire onto her knees
next to Junior.
"You say you kept Junior this hard all day?" Bob quizzed her.
"Well, maybe a little harder. Let me." Patty cooed as she used her
hands again on Junior's cock thru his slacks. She stroked firmly
several times and then cupped his balls while she raked her nails up
and down his erection. "That's better!" she sighed. "That's more
like it. Rock hard and throbbing. Here Bob, feel him here and cup
his jewels like this. There, feel that pulse? There, again?" she
looked up to Junior pleading eyes. "That's about as hard as we had
it. Isn't it Junior?"
"Uhhh mmmm. . . . Yes, that's about as hard as it got!" Junior managed
to say.
"Well dear," Bob told Patty, "I think that his restraint was way
beyond normal, way beyond nice! In fact I agree with you that his not
stripping you and fucking the shit out of your is quite remarkable."
They both continued to stroke his swelled cock, teased his balls, and
fondled his ass.
"In fact, he reminds me a lot of me! The same steely rock hard dick,
yet able to control himself perfectly. He really must be a cousin.
It's got to run in the family. Is your father like this Junior?"
Junior was understanding a lot more about his Prof. and his wife; he
quickly got his wits about him. "Well, Dad and I are a lot alike, but
his cock is fatter and mine's longer."
Patty looked into his eyes and saw the merriment there and,
remembering his jokes at the shops earlier, decided there was no point
in playing a double-entendre game any longer.
Patty looked into her husband's eyes, smiled, winked, and said in her
phony saucy southern belle voice: "My dearest husband, you are so
right. I do believe that this gentleman has suffered enough. Let me
pull this little tab and see if we might be able to relieve the
gentleman of his suffering." Bob unfastened Junior's slacks and Patty
lowered the zipper. With the zipper down, Bob pulled Junior's pants
down, and quickly backed off when the enormous hardon bounced free.
"My, my!" Patty exclaimed with genuine astonishment at Junior's
bloated cock.
It bobbed in the air for a moment or two before it stilled, sporting a
large drop of clear pre-cum at it's tip.
"Well my dear," Bob husked to his wife. "There it is! In your dreams
all day! A fine and proud prick. It looks mighty fine from this
side! How's it look from your side?"
"Oh, my. It absolutely takes my breath away. It looks good enough to
eat, I'd say"
"Oh, look darling. It's drooling." Bob pointed out Junior's pre-cum.
"We'd better do something about it!"
Together they went for the clear drop. Patty got there first with her
wicked tongue and licked the sparkling drop into her mouth.
'So who's got a mile long tongue?" Bob teased. "Come on! Share!"
Bob and Patty kissed, tonguing wildly, sharing the first drop. The
backed apart and eyed the fat cock between them.
Patty licked her lips and purred to Bob: "You get that side and I'll
take this side. Meet you at the top!"
Patty started licking the shaft at it's base and teased all the veins
and muscles she could find, slowly, deliberately, trying to drive
Junior up the wall. Bob, knowing men better, started with the balls,
pushing them around with his tongue point, then slapping them with the
flat of his tongue. Balls shinny with his spit, he moved up to the
shaft base. Bob didn't lick the cock shaft like his wife, rather he
kissed gently, sucked hard briefly, then used his tongue tip to gently
massage the area. It was an old cocksucker's tease that Bob had
learned years before. The kiss awakened the cock meat, the suck
pulled out the nerve endings, and the tongue massage tingled to the
bone. Bob had done this to one guy and he'd shot his cum before Bob
could get to the top!
Bob had to hurry, because Patty was already laving the cock head with
her nasty tongue. To catch up, Bob forgo his kiss, suck, and massage
routine and jumped to his classic flat tongue lathe. Softening his
broad tongue, he made three or four inch swipes up the cock side.
Overlapping them, in only a minute he was at the top. He saw that
Patty was trying to push her tongue tip into Junior's cock hole and he
saw the front, underside cum tube pulsing with lust. `Just like a
woman to miss the most important spot' he thought as he assaulted the
special spot with lust. Teasing, licking, and lashing the most
sensitive spot with his tongue, Bob saw a noticeable purple colored
bulge overtake his cock head.
`Oh, oh! Too late for more foreplay. Time for the MAIN event!' He
realized as Junior let out a grunt and a long moan.
"Suck him, NOW!" he coached his wife. Her eyes wide, glazed over with
lust, she ovaled her lips and took Junior's cock in her mouth. She
twisted around, using lots of tongue, she descended, breathing thru
her nose, engulfing his swollen cock with every nasty, slut cock
sucking trick she knew. Bob waited only a few seconds, at awe with
his wife's whore mouth (he knew it well!) and slid down to the equally
swollen balls. He first slapped them around with his tongue and
quickly started to poke at them, thru their hairless sac (this guy
shaves his balls!) to push them around erotically. Above, Bob sensed
his wife pumping up and down, taking Junior deep into her throat,
again and again. Knowing the end was near, he told her: "Don't forget
to share!"
Patty mumbled "Yes" but it came out as "Mmmmmmttttthhhhhhhsssssss!" at
the bottom of her deep throat.
Junior only felt the vibration of her tonsils on his dick and it was
too much. His cock exploded.
Bob was tapping and slapping Junior's balls around in his sac, when
suddenly they pulled up to his cock base and began jerking wildly.
Bob knew then he was cumming. Cumming with a vengeance! He looked up
at Junior's face and saw him trying to hold back, loosing the battle.
Patty was sucking him only with her throat; no long strokes, no
teasing tongue lashes. Her deep throat squeezed his cock, lifting off
only an inch then back to her massaging throat muscles. Patty kept
swallowing, not that she needed to because the sperm was going
straight down her throat, but the throat action was very thrilling to
the cocksman. Bob got to his feet, a little unsteadily, and hugged
Junior to help him keep from falling. Junior turned his face, with
the bliss of orgasmic joy on his face and they kissed.
The kiss lasted only a moment because Junior was gasping for air. Bob
gently slapped Patty's head and said: "Share!"
He watched her lift off her deep throat and took the rest of Junior's
cum in her mouth as she tongued his sweet spot under the head of his
cock, sweetening Junior's pleasure. He twisted and contorted, getting
one of his best blow jobs ever!
Bob held him up as Patty un-corked his cock and rose to share her
bounty. Like the slut she is, she opened her mouth, showed both Bob
and Junior her cum filled mouth and then kissed Bob open-mouth,
sharing Junior's cum. After a minute or so, she backed off and asked
Junior: "You want some?"
Panting still, he nodded yes and she kissed him open mouth to share
his own cum with him. Bob, dropped to his knees to clean Junior up
and enjoy the remaining cooling jism.
Setting back on his heels, Bob said: "All clean down here, let him
relax."
Patty let him go and Junior sat back onto the couch with a sigh.
Patty turned to the kitchen and said: "I need some more Champagne!
Anyone want anything else?"
End Chapter 8
***********************My Dear Readers******************************
Please remember that stories are just stories and not reality. Do
not engage in unprotected sex or the ugly reality of life in the
21st century will kill your body, rot your mind, and rape your soul.
***************Thank You For Reading My Story***********************
Mrs.James Wentworth Preston
(a Pen Name)
Copyright 2000
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