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Willing wife swappersAnd she sprayed her hair with some foul smelling shit, she wore a ratty nightgown as thick and ugly as a horse blanket… no wonder the stupid bitch didn't turn him on! With a vicious stab of the long metal trowel, Bonnie made a hole in the soft damp earth and stuck in the last of the two dozen shrubs they'd bought to decorate the front of the new house. She packed soil firmly around the roots, all the while thinking of how her tight pussy could grip a thick cock. Funny, she thought, but almost everything I do these days reminds me in some way of sex. She stood up mid flexed her long, elegantly tapered legs. She'd been a dancer all through school, never good enough to be a professional as she'd once hoped – but it gave her a limber poise and grace that men usually found exciting. Most men… "I think I'll go across the street and meet the new people," Bonnie shouted over the thrashing sounds of the tiller. "Go," Ed shouted back. "I've got to finish this, or we'll have to pay another day's rent on the damn tiller." "Money," Bonnie grumbled under her breath ...» |
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