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Her sensuous searchBut despite all her newfound confidence, Lauralee found herself thinking of her husband. It was strange that Marshall should come so often to her mind, that the memory of him and the unhappy times they shared would occupy so much of her thoughts. Sex had never been good with him, never exciting and stimulating only a distasteful duty to be suffered. Even now it might be no different, she realized. Liberated as she was, there could still be a barrier of habit and dislike between them that no amount of habit and dislike between them that no amount of frenzy and pumped-up desire could eliminate. But – and Lauralee turned restlessly upon the bed – but something kept nagging at the back of her mind, an insistence that she had been at fault all throughout the marriage, and that Marshall at least deserved a chance. Would he pay any attention to a call from her? She wasn't even sure the phone number she had was still good. Then, what would she say to this man she hadn't seen for so long – Marshall, darling, please hurry on over, because I want to see if we can really fuck the way we should have been fucking, from our wedding night on? Her eyes opened as her son, THEIR son, came glowing from the shower, walking slim and proud in his arrogant sensuality, his beautiful penis swinging softly between slender thighs ...» |
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