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Friends of the teacherAt that moment, she would do anything to satisfy her abnormal craving. Her face was a mask of lust with her lips twisted in a grim smile as she spread Beth's thighs far apart and Beth, half-conscious, responded with a lazy sigh and half lifted her knees. That's it, honey," Wilma said in a whisper. "A little more, just a little more then we're really going to have some fun. I haven't done this in years!" Beth obeyed languidly. It was only a far off voice and she knew it was the camp bass' wife and she was nice. She bent knees out crab-like even more and Wilma crawled between her legs, the artificial prick held tightly in one hand. Lonny felt like taking his prick out and jerking off right then and there. This was better than anything he had ever seen, better than the hippies up in the commune when they got stoned and fucked right out in the open, better than the smoker films his father, the sheriff had; films that he had confiscated in raids and had prints made up for his own use. Lonny had sneaked looks at them whenever his father was gone out on business ...» |
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