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Dirty little girlAs Libby lay back, opening her luscious legs to receive him, Frankie lunged at her inviting cunt. The next few days were the happiest of Libby's life. The five people all got along so well together, exhibiting no jealousy and generously sharing their, bodies with each other. Patty was happy tat Libby had joined the group, and although she considered herself Frankie's old lady, she had taken care of the others' sexual needs as well. But now, with Libby there, it was a much more satisfying sex life for all of them. It was a good life. There wasn't much money, but they all seemed to survive. Occasionally the boys would pick up an odd job here and there when it was necessary. When they would run real low at times, Patty would leave for an hour or so and return with some money. No one asked her where she got it, but Libby assumed that she probably sold a piece of tail. "Hey," laughed Turk when they were sitting around half-stoned one night. "What happened to you, Libby? When we first found you, you were a leather freak." "Oh, shit," she giggled, "I was never a leather freak." "Then how about that scene on the beach when we first met?" asked Whirley Bird ...» |
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