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Stripper wifeShe's not holdin me here. I could quit tomorrow without a pang." "Except that you'd be missing a lot of goo loving?" "It's not that good," Barry said evenly. "And the funny thing about sex is that when you're getting it, it doesn't really mean very much. It's only when you aren't getting any that you think about it all the time." "Well, I certainly had you thinking about it this morning," she said with a grin. "Why not? You're one hell of a good-looking woman. And with you there's still the mystery." "You mean, once you made love to me you wouldn't be interested?" "I mean I wouldn't be as interested as I was this morning. I'll always be interested. I'd have to be made of stone not to be." "You son-of-a-bitch," she suddenly croaked, her hand reaching and squeezing his cock. "I want you. C'mon." She was out of the car in an instant. When she turned back to him he could see her face clearly in the moonlight. Her eyes were blazing with lust and her mouth was slack with passion. "Goddamn you," she hissed, "I need you. C'mon." Never turn down a lady, Barry thought, and slid from the car, gently closing the door behind them ...» |
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