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From: june_1944@hotmail.com (Bob Johnson)
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Subject: {ASSM} Jim's Wife 4 (FFmM)
Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2000 19:10:02 -0500
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Jim's Wife 4
Beth and Karen Share Secrets


        Karen was daydreaming as she drove to work. The October weather had 
warmed to 70 degrees and she was enjoying the wind as it blew through her 
short dark brown hair. She loved these warm fall days in Chicago. Life was 
good. The last several weeks had been interesting to say the least. Jim loved 
her even more now that she had had another lover. Life was curious sometimes. 
Who would ever imagine that she, a mother and grade schoolteacher, could have 
multiple partners, including a fifteen-year-old, and not feel guilty. There 
was a time when she would have called another woman a slut if they had fucked 
around like that. Well, maybe she was a slut, but she was having fun for the 
first time in many years, and Jim, her husband, was more loving and attentive 
than ever.

        As she exited on to Grand Avenue off the express way, she felt in 
total control of her life. She looked forward to teaching school. She enjoyed 
the looks of other men. She liked making love to Jim. She even enjoyed wearing 
a slightly different outfit to school. Instead of a solid blouse under her 
suit, she wore a lacey camisole that revealed her bra. Yesterday she had worn 
a new skirt that was outrageously short for school. In fact Beth had commented 
on it, and asked her what had brought on the change.

        Karen turned up the radio when Seger started singing Main Street. At 
the stoplight a young man was staring at her and she smiled back. Yes life was 
good. She was never going to be the old Karen again. She liked the new Karen, 
and apparently so did everyone else. As she smiled back at the young driver in 
the red Mustang, she dropped her hand to her lap. The tingle was there. She 
clinched her thighs and enjoyed the beginning of a tiny orgasm as the light 
changed. Now she wished she had worn a shorter dress. The suit plus the nylons 
prevented further exploration by her hand. She would have to rethink this 
wardrobe thing.

        Beth met her in the hallway as she entered the school. Above the din 
of the students she asked, "Whom are you trying to impress with that lacey 
top. As if you have anything to show."

        "Nobody has to look if they don't want to. Besides, you never know who 
might enjoy looking at my little pointy nipples, rather than your floppy 
ones."

        "Well for one, your husband seems to like looking at mine."

        "Jim is just a horny old man. He looks at any one willing to show off. 
Big tits and pregnant women. He may look at yours but he gets to suck on 
mine."

        "Karen, I'm not sure what brought on all this change, but you are one 
happy woman now."

        "We can talk at lunch, if you really want to know." She smiled and 
walked away, leaving behind a very curious Beth. She was hoping Beth would 
follow up with a more detailed question, there was a lot she wanted to tell 
her. As the bell rang, she hurried to her classroom and put aside her 
thoughts, at least for awhile. Beth would get an ear full at lunch. Maybe she 
would invite Beth over tonight for a girls talk, since Jim was gone for the 
next two nights. That might be fun. They were both already acting like young 
schoolgirls exchanging conspiratorial comments.

        The morning class was wonderful. The warm October air came in through 
the open classroom windows and gave a freshness to the class that was 
reminiscent of spring rather than autumn. Karen felt wonderful and totally in 
control of her life. The children also sensed a new teacher and were both 
quieter and more respectful. It was 11:35 before she knew and time for lunch. 
She gathered the children and had them line up to go to the cafeteria. 

She had butterflies in her stomach in anticipation of her lunchtime chat with 
Beth. She wondered how much she should share with Beth. It was almost enough 
that she had told her about her night of dancing with Bob. She really wanted 
to share more, not so much for Beth's approval, although she hoped Beth would 
understand, but more importantly she just wanted to talk about Greg and her 
night of dancing and her afternoon with a very young David. Quite frankly, 
Karen enjoyed thinking about her adventures and feeling the sexual arousal 
that followed.

She really wasn't hungry; instead she took only an apple and headed for the 
benches out front. She waved at Beth and motioned towards the door, hoping 
that Beth would understand. The sun had warmed the benches and the heat felt 
amazingly sensual against her bottom and the underside of her legs. She tugged 
her skirt up a little and unfastened the top two buttons on her jacket. She 
looked down and realized that her nipples were visible through her bra and 
camisole. She hoped someone would notice as she squeezed her thighs together 
and enjoyed the possibility of being seen.

"Hi, can I join you for lunch. I'm assuming that's lunch your having." Beth 
grinned and sat down next to her. "Who are you trying to impress with that 
great looking camisole and neat little bra? There's certainly no one around 
her that would appreciate it."

"I don't know about that. You noticed, didn't you?" 

"Are you saying that I like looking at girls?" 

"My boobs are no match for yours, but some people like looking at them," Karen 
answered.

"From what you told me last week, some people do more than just look."

"Isn't life wonderful? I should be angry with you for saying that, but instead 
it makes me feel sexy and pretty. I really liked people doing more than 
looking. Do you think I'm bad?" Karen asked.

Beth paused and looked down at the ground for a few minutes before answering. 
She took a deep breath and in a serious voice said, "I wish I could be that 
comfortable with my body. What you told me last week was more exciting than 
anything I have ever done or thought of doing. Aren't you concerned about 
consequences or what people might think?"

"No, not really. It's nobody's business what I do on my own time. Jim's 
opinion counts, but he likes the new me and so do I. I don't want to do stuff 
like that all the time, but an occasional adventure makes me feel good. I like 
sex and I like thinking about sex."

"Wow, is that really you, Karen?"

"Yes, I think so. Don't you ever want to do something crazy? Have you ever 
just wanted to go to bed with somebody and not worry about the consequences?"

"I guess so but I never have."

"Maybe you should try it sometime. I get so excited sometimes that I have to 
touch myself. Sometimes I can just squeeze my thighs together and ... you know ... 
I can ..."

"You can orgasm." Beth completed Karen's words.

"Yes, I can cum. Do you ever do that?" Karen asked.

"Not exactly like that, but yes, sometimes I need release." Beth was a little 
uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking and decided to 
change it. "So have you had any new adventures?"

"Maybe. Jim's gone for a few days. Do you want to come over Saturday? We can 
talk about all kinds of things."

"Sure, what time."

"I don't care. How about 1:00? Bring your swimsuit and we can get some sun."

"Okay. Hey, I've got to get back to class. See you Saturday."

The next couple of days passed quickly. Karen enjoyed the last few warm days 
of the year. She felt more like a woman and less like a mom. Jim had left on 
Friday morning. She missed him when he was gone, but she also enjoyed the 
freedom of being alone in the house. She never took advantage of the freedom, 
well almost never, but she liked the opportunities that it supplied. 

There were a dozen things that had to be done around the house before winter, 
somehow this weekend Karen didn't really care. She was husband and childless 
for a few days, and the weather was deliciously wonderful. She picked up 
around the house last night before going to bed. This morning, however was 
different. She ate breakfast in her nightgown and didn't dress until noon. 
After taking a late shower, she slipped on a pair of bikini underwear and a 
light cotton dress. She smiled to herself in the mirror as she bypassed the 
customary bra part of the outfit. No one was around but she felt sexy. So sexy 
that she spent an extra few moments staring at herself in the mirror.

The ringing phone broke the spell. "Hello."

"Hi Karen, it's me, Beth. We still on for this afternoon?"

"Sure, wouldn't miss it for the world. Jim's gone and the kid's at moms. Can 
you stop and get some wine coolers on the way, I'll pay you for them later... 
Thanks. See you in a little while. Bye."

After she hung up the phone, Karen went around and opened up the windows. The 
weather was wonderful, already in the high seventies. She swore to herself 
that this would be a day for pampering. She was not going to worry about all 
the things that had to be done around the house. She almost felt like 
stripping down. Jim was always trying to get her naked at home, and she always 
refused. Today was different, maybe if he were home today. She thought that 
maybe she would surprise him when he came home on Monday.

She looked at her figure in the mirror as she stood sideways and placed her 
hands across her tummy. She liked the way her nipples stood out against the 
cotton fabric; it was obvious now that she wasn't wearing a bra. She slid her 
hands down to her hips and stared at her tummy. She had lost 5 pounds; she was 
almost back to B.B. (Before baby). She pulled the fabric taut against her 
bottom and thought about taking her panties off before Beth got there. 

Karen thought aloud, "Why do I feel so sexy, just because Beth is coming 
over?" It made no sense to her. "Maybe it's the weather and the dress. Bob 
liked me in this dress last week." Her mind drifted back to her 'date' with 
Bob. They had danced closely and he had placed his hands on her hips as they 
moved together on the dance floor. She had gone to the Ladies Room and removed 
her panties after they became soaked and when they danced again, he touched 
her down there. "Down there, what a silly euphemism. He touched my pussy. My 
cunt. No, I can't get too excited, Beth will be here in a minute." 

Reluctantly she walked away from her reflection in the mirror. She felt the 
now familiar tingle between her thighs caused by her thoughts about Bob. She 
had told Beth the story about Jim sharing her with Bob. Beth didn't seem 
upset, only a little surprised. Maybe she would tell her about Greg today. She 
liked talking to Beth. Beth understood her, both as a teacher and now as a 
woman of the world. She certainly wasn't judgmental when they had talked. 
Maybe today she would tell Beth everything that had happened to her over the 
last few weeks. She only wished she had time to take care of that need between 
her legs before Beth got there. "Oh well, it will wait till later." 

Just as she took one last look at her silhouette in the mirror, she heard the 
front door bell. It was a little early for Beth and she hadn't been expecting 
anyone else this afternoon. She hurriedly went downstairs to see who was 
there.

As she quickly opened the door, she was startled to see David standing there. 
"Hello, David, I had forgotten you were coming over to finish the yard work 
today."

"Yes, ma'am. My Dad just dropped me off. Hell be back around 3:00. Is that 
okay."

Karen didn't answer right away. She was thinking about the last time he had 
come over and caught her unawares. She had been lounging in the kitchen over a 
late breakfast when he rang the bell last week. She had been caught off guard 
and undressed. When she left the door partially open to get hem a glass of 
water, it somehow blew open and exposed her to the 15 year old. She had 
enjoyed the teenager staring at her after she got over the initial 
embarrassment. Of course he had done more than stare. Jim had come home and 
caught them fucking, but rather than being angry, he seemed to enjoy her open 
sexuality and choice of partners. 

"Are you okay, ma'am. I can call my dad to come and get me."

"No David. That's fine. You know where everything is, so you can get started 
anytime. I think you can call me Karen, now."

David stood quiet for a moment as if he was uncertain what to do or say. " You 
look pretty in that dress." Actually he was staring at her breasts, which had 
taken on a life of their own and were pressing against the thin material of 
the dress. He looked up at her and blushed.

Karen blushed too. However she enjoyed the look and actually turned slightly 
so the nipples were even more prominent as she slowly became aroused. Last 
week had been extremely pleasurable, but she couldn't allow it to happen 
again. He was a boy, only fifteen. "Thanks, David. Maybe you had better get 
started now."

As he was walking away. Beth pulled into the driveway. She got out of the car 
with a big grin and waved at Karen. She too had worn a summer dress, despite 
the lateness of the year. However she, unlike Karen, had worn a bra with it. 
She also had a carry bag over her shoulder as she approached the front door.

" I'm a little early, but I was anxious to get here. I haven't had much fun 
lately, and was really looking forward to this."

"No, that's great come on in. I'm looking forward to a long girl chat, too. 
Sorry about the boy, I forgot he was coming over. Is that okay?"

Beth turned around just in time to see David take his shirt off. "I don't mind 
looking at young men. You got one for me?" She grinned at Karen.

Karen appeared to be on the verge of saying something. She wanted to tell Beth 
about last week, but then changed her mind. "No, he's my own private stock. 
You'll have to go get your own." They both laughed and went into the house 
together. 

They talked for awhile. Then Karen went into the kitchen and got them both a 
wine cooler. Karen relaxed on the couch and Beth set across from her in the 
big chair. After a few minutes of silence, Beth finally asked, "So tell me, 
what's up with all this wild woman stuff."

Karen had waited for this moment and after getting Beth's solemn vow not to 
tell anyone, even her husband, she began tell Beth everything that had 
happened over the past few weeks. She retold the story of meeting with Bob at 
the dance club and going home to fuck in front of Jim, her husband. She told 
her about meeting Greg and Alan at Journey's End and going to their motel 
room. After a brief pause she also told Beth about David and Jim eating the 
cum out of her.

Beth listened quietly fidgeting in the big chair. She hung on every word. As 
she listened she clasped her hands in her lap. As Karen described her 
adventures with Greg, her hands unclasped and squeezed her thighs. When Karen 
got to the part where she was fucked by two men at once, Beth's hands reached 
the edge of her dress and pulled it upwards. When her friend explained how she 
was caught naked in front of David who stared at her breasts, her hand went to 
her breasts and gently weighed them in her open hands. When Karen detailed how 
Jim ate her after she was thoroughly fucked, Beth's other hand massaged her 
upper thigh. 

After Karen finally stopped talking, all Beth could say was "Wow." Karen had 
been watching Beth as she told her story. She did not miss the fact that Beth 
was fidgeting from her own personal arousal. She had watched Beth's hand 
disappear under her dress, apparently to give herself relief.

"Beth, that's not the part that bothers me. I actually enjoyed doing all those 
things, and so did Jim. I'm a little embarrassed about David, but I enjoyed 
that too. What bothers me most is that I am always horny. I want to cum all 
the time. All I have to do is think about what happened and I get excited. " 
She looked at Beth to gauge Beth's reaction. " I always want to masturbate." 
There she had said it. The word had always embarrassed her before. She had 
played with herself since she was fifteen, but it always seemed a little 
dirty. Now she had openly brought up the subject with one of her best friends.

Beth didn't answer at first. She was distracted by her own arousal caused by 
her left hand gently rubbing the front off her pussy. As the words finally 
sunk in, she said, "I think I understand how you feel." She grinned and looked 
at her own hands, "I feel the same way."

"Do you masturbate?" Karen knew the answer was pretty obvious. After all her 
friend had her hand under her dress and was either touching herself or was 
very close to touching herself.

"After we were married for a few years, Barry had problems staying aroused 
long enough to please me. He's the one that got me started doing it. At first 
he would lick me down there and then use his hands to make me cum. He would 
put two fingers in me and rub as he kissed my breasts. My breasts are very 
sensitive; I can cum just by having him suck on them. When  I was nursing I 
would press my thighs together and cum when the baby was feeding." She paused 
for a reaction from Karen. "After a couple years Barry started buying me 
vibrators. Now I have over a dozen different ones. I don't do it all the time, 
but it's part of our weekly routine."

Karen seemed to relax a bit as she stretched out on the couch. "Can I watch 
you do it." She looked down at Beth's hand and blushed.

"I thought you would never ask." She straightened her skirt and got up. 
Karen's disappointment was obvious until Beth explained, "I brought a few 
things, just in case we needed them. And apparently we need them." She open 
the carry bag and took out a black vibrator about 10" long.

Karen looked surprised, both at the size and the color.

"You have your fantasies and I have mine." Beth quipped as she set back down 
and pulled he dress up. 

"You slut." Karen joked as she watched Beth pull her dress up to her hips. 
"You're not wearing any underwear." 

"After listening to you last week, I thought I would give it a try. Actually I 
could get used to it and so could Barry." Beth's pussy was on display. The 
hair was straight and thin, rather than hide the pussy lips it framed them and 
the pink color contrasted nicely against the black hair and the darker skin 
color.

Beth turned on the vibrator and pressed it against her opening. The hum of the 
vibrator sang in harmony with the sound of the lawnmower out side the open 
window. 

Karen watched in fascination as Beth maneuvered the black rod over her pussy. 
Her own hands went down to touch herself. Her thoughts wandered back to the 
mower outside and the teenager that had touched her last week. She pushed her 
panties aside and touched herself. She stared at Beth as the first inch of the 
black vibrator disappeared. She in turn pushed her middle finger past the now 
moist opening. Jim had been gone two days, that was two days too long. Her 
fingers now moved to the hum of the lawnmower and she inserted a second 
finger. She wanted to cum.

As she started to rub, Beth looked up. "Would you like a little help?"

Karen was caught off guard, she had never considered letting another woman 
touch her. The idea was not an unpleasant one.

"I have another vibrator you might like." Beth got up and handed a smaller 
pink one to Karen. It was soft, almost flesh like, and about seven inches 
long. Karen with a blush took it and turned it on. She was almost disappointed 
that Beth had not offered help of a more personal nature. As Beth walked away 
she inserted the vibrator. It was rather pleasant and fit easily into her 
pussy. She let it rest for awhile and then started to move it again in sync 
with the lawnmower outside. Her eyes closed and the fantasy began. It came 
quickly. "Fuck me. Fuck me." She turned up the speed and shoved it deeper. 
"Make me cum." Her body pushed upward against the plastic rod as she came.

Beth had stopped to watch her friend cum. The slick wet black vibrator lay on 
her lap, still running. But Karen had actions had grabbed her attention as she 
moaned and came. When Karen finally opened her eyes, Beth said, "That must 
have been some fantasy you had. Was it a boy or a man?"

Karen blushed and pulled her dress down. 

"Well you may be done for now, but I'm not ready to quite. Not for awhile 
yet." Beth grabbed the hem of her cotton dress and raised  he bottom enough so 
her dress could slide under it. She then bent forward and pulled the dress 
over her head and laid it over the back of the chair. As Karen watched in 
amazement Beth reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. Just like that, 
she was naked. 

Whether it was from embarrassment or because she was in a hurry to continue 
her pleasure, she did not look at Karen. Instead she splayed her legs and 
reinserted the 10' black cock. As she inserted the first few inches she closed 
her eyes and sighed softly. After a few minutes she started to squirm and push 
up with her hips. She raised her right leg and draped it over the arm of the 
chair, giving an open access to her pussy.

Karen was still standing as Beth openly masturbated in front of her. She was 
not gay, but Beth's actions fascinated her. In fact she was more than 
fascinated. As she watched, the tingle between her legs grew more urgent and 
she slowly walked over to where Beth was sitting. She was admiring the size of 
Beth's breasts. As Beth reclined they had flattened a little and were the size 
of saucers. The nipples were dark like Karen's and a little larger. Karen 
wondered if they were as sensitive as hers. Her own hand rose and cupped her 
left breast.

Beth opened her eyes, "You can touch them if you want. They're very sensitive. 
Barry likes to suck on them while I masturbate." 

Karen sat on the left arm of the chair and slowly reached for Beth's left 
breast. It was softer than she had imagined and very smooth. The nipple was 
like a rock in the middle of all that softness. She had never given much 
thought to other women's breast and now all of a sudden she had one in her 
hand. It was a pleasant feeling, a very pleasant feeling. She moved her hand 
under it and felt the weight against her palm. She wondered how Jim felt when 
he was sucking her breast. She got up and knelt on the floor. Beth's breasts 
were now at eye level or more directly at mouth level. She no longer wanted to 
guess how Jim felt but wanted to try it herself. She leaned in towards Beth 
and gently took the nipple into her mouth as her hand caressed the flesh 
around it.

Beth was not expecting the warm pleasure that was now engulfing her breast. 
She opened her eyes with a start, then relaxed. "That feels good. Better than 
Barry."

Karen was not expecting the comments and sat back on her heels. Leaving the 
breast and nipple wet and unattended. "I'm sorry. I was just curious. I wanted 
to know how it felt from the man's viewpoint. It's almost as nice as 
receiving. I'll stop, if it bothers you." She was hoping that Beth would ask 
her to continue. In the short time that she was waiting for Beth's answer, she 
put her right hand under her dress and touched herself.

"No, please don't stop. I'm close to cumming."

As Karen resumed the oral attention to Beth's breast, she noticed the silence. 
The lawnmower was not running. That seemed very strange to her. As she leaned 
in and started to kiss Beth's breast, she heard Beth say, "Well hello there, 
you must be David." 

Despite their activities from his last visit, Karen was very embarrassed. 
Whether it was because he had been the center of her recent fantasy with Beth, 
or whether it was  because Beth was there now, didn't matter nor did she take 
the time to consider the cause of her embarrassment. Karen set back on her 
heels and looked at David in silence. The only thing that came to mind, she 
said, "Is the grass done?"

"Yes, ma'am. I put everything away."

She stood and pulled her dress down. 'Well, let me get my handbag and I will 
pay you."

Beth continued to slump in the chair with the black vibrator still running. 
She stared back at David with an amused grin, but made no effort to cover up. 
David stared at her large breasts. They were like the ones in the magazine 
when he masturbated. Beth felt his eyes and slid the vibrator back in as she 
curved her back and stuck her breasts out. At times they had been a nuisance, 
too large or too uncomfortable, but now she wanted David to stare at them.

Karen came back with her checkbook in her hand and stared at Beth. What a 
slut, she thought. Then grinned, remembering her own private show in front of 
David. "Well Beth, are you comfortable?"

Beth looked over at Karen and grinned. David blushed. However when the door 
bell rang, all three looked at the door. "I don't know who that could be. I'm 
not expecting anyone." Karen looked puzzled. "You two had better run and hide 
in the kitchen and I'll see who's at the door."

As she headed to the door Beth gathered up her clothes and toys and followed 
David into the kitchen. She was a little disappointed that the door bell had 
rung just as she was getting close to an orgasm. As they entered the kitchen 
she dropped her clothes over the back of a chair and leaning against the 
counter turned towards David. 

David could only stare at her in silence. He was caught somewhere between 
embarrassment and lust, a little closer to lust. He liked Beth's large 
breasts; they were large like his mother's. However when Beth bent down to 
place her dress on the chair, he caught sight of her bottom for the first 
time. It was beautiful, tight and slightly rounded. His attention had caused a 
considerable swelling under his shorts. The size of the tenting was not lost 
on Beth.

As Beth was leaning against the counter she looked up from David's tumescence 
and said, "So you like what you see?" She really wanted to see cock in all 
it's glory, but was hesitant to get involved because of his age.

"Yes, ma'am. You're beautiful."
"Come here David, let me see what you have. Karen tells me you're really big. 
Let me see." As he approached she reached out her hand and slid to the floor. 
When he was directly in front of her, she was on her knees and had already 
started to pull down his shorts. In the moments that followed everything there 
was only one thing on both their minds - David's 8" cock. She stuck out her 
tongue and licked the pre cum off the tip. David groaned. He wanted this 
moment to last forever. Long forgotten was the door bell ringing. The only 
thing that mattered was that Beth had swallowed at least half of his cock and 
was making a serious effort to swallow the other half.

After looking to make certain that Beth and David were out of sight, Karen 
went to open the door. "Bob." She had not been prepared to see Bob. He was her 
mystery fuck, the man of her affairs. What was he doing here. "Bob, I wasn't 
expecting you." She held the door open. 

"Hi, Karen." Bob smiled. "Apparently you didn't know that David was my son."

"No." Life was getting very complicated. She needed time to sort this out. 
Father and son tangled up in her life. "Oh, my god." The realization of her 
relationship with both of them slowly sunk in. She had been fucked by both of 
them, well fucked by both of them. Now what would she do. She didn't know if 
they had talked, so she decided it was best to keep silent.

"Come in. I'll get David."

"Thanks." He followed her into the living room. He also looked down at the 
chair and saw the vibrator that Beth had forgotten to pick up when she went 
into the kitchen. Karen saw what he was looking at and blushed. "Sorry I 
interrupted you."

"It's not mine." The words blurted out of her mouth. However she did not want 
to go into any details. "David's in the kitchen." As she opened the door they 
both heard the unmistakable sounds of a woman being fucked. Bob was right 
behind her.

Beth was bent over the counter with her head resting on her crossed arms. 
David was behind her and had all 8' inches thrusting in rapid motion into her 
very tight bottom. Neither one stopped, nor had any plans of stopping. "Fuck 
me. Fuck my ass. Deeper. Put all the way in. God, make me cum." Beth was on 
the verge of cumming and so was David.

Karen started to turn away but Bob held her back. They heard the words 
together as Beth was ready to come. "Fuck me. Make me cum. Fuck me like you 
fucked Karen." 

Bob stood behind Karen as they watched. The words were softly spoken, but she 
heard them as if they were blasted though a megaphone. "Was he good?" She 
leant back into his chest, and after a moments thought, said, "Yes. Very 
good."

This was wrong. She knew it was wrong, but she turned to Bob and said, "Can 
you stay awhile."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

As Beth came, Bob was pulling Karen's dress over her head. He wanted to fuck 
her and she wanted to be fucked. Fucked by Bob and fucked by David as Beth 
watched. It probably wasn't right. She would have to think about that later. 
Right now she wanted to be fucked.

The End

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