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Love Letter for Cindy - 2
by Spaceman Spiff (address withheld)

***

This letter is another nod and smile for the most 
captivating woman in Cleveland. (MF, exh, rom)

***

My son-in-law was kind of a prick. He was only a few 
years older then my daughter, and he had some "VERY 
IMPORTANT" but low paying job as a teacher. They just 
barely got by on their bills every month living in a 
house much like mine and only a few blocks away from 
mine. I hated the arrogant prick. He would walk around 
his house in a silk robe, and smoke a pipe. 

He wore nothing under the robe and he would be dressed 
like that when I was over, or when they had other 
guests over. He had an overly large cock, which my 
daughter loved. And she would tell me about the 
wonderful things he would do to her at night. 

About her orgasms and the endless sexual escapades 
those two would have for days on end. As a teacher, my 
son-in-law had the whole summer off, and he would spend 
the whole time screwing my daughter. What a prick. At 
least I made some money in my life. They looked rich 
but they basically scrimped and saved every dollar.

The good thing about the situation was, my son-in-law 
took my daughter off MY hands. I had to love him for 
that. He would talk to me like a condescending prick, 
with his big dick almost hanging out of his robe, but 
he was taking care of my daughter and he put a big 
wedding ring on her finger. That was all I cared about. 
To hell with his moral values and virtues. I drive a 
Cadillac, and he drives a 20 year old beat-up Lincoln. 

Anyway, one time I went over their house on a Sunday 
morning. It seems the elderly guy who lives next door 
to my daughter has a fondness for going out in his back 
yard, while she is swimming. My daughter being who she 
is, MUST swim nude. So when I was over there, my 
daughter had flung down her sun dress and gone over to 
carry on a conversation in the nude with her elderly 
neighbor man! Meanwhile, my prick son-in-law, had come 
out of the house wearing a pair of boxer shorts, and a 
tee-shirt from the collage he teaches at and had held 
hands with my daughter while she is nude and talking 
gardening with the elderly man from next door.

It turns out that what my son-in-law wanted, was for my 
daughter to suck his cock. I had called in advance, and 
my daughter knew I was coming over. I had brought 
orange juice. When I got there, My son-in-law was 
sitting on a lawn chair in their back yard holding the 
newspaper in one hand and my daughter's head down on 
his cock with the other. 

My daughter had swallowed the whole thing and he 
wouldn't let her come up for air. She was making the 
worst gaging noises. When my son-in-law saw me, he 
smiled a happy smile at me and let my daughter up. She 
was choking and gasping for air. There was saliva all 
over the place. I think she would have liked to go back 
for another round with him. His dick had to be 10" and 
3" across. 

When my daughter had finally unhooked herself she sat 
on the ground gasping and coughing, but smiling up at 
us men. My son-in-law nonchalantly got up and shook my 
hand, and then casually closed the front of his robe.  
He finally picked up my daughter, and picked up her sun 
dress for her. He slapped her on the ass when we were 
going inside. "We had been just talking about the next 
movie that your daughter wants to make, Frank. She had 
her heart set on a role that that producer friend of 
yours has for her. I was helping her to get ready!" my 
son-in-law mocked gayly.

My daughter held her sun dress up against her body and 
proclaimed, "I'm a good girl daddy. Or I'm going to be 
after this one!" she smiled intensely, wiping off her 
mouth with her sun dress. We went into the kitchen and 
my son-in-law made us all breakfast. His only virtue is 
that he is a good cook. I never eat so well as when I 
go over to my daughter's house. My daughter and I 
decided that we would go out shopping for the 
afternoon. "But what shall I wear?" she said, dropping 
the sundress off her body again. We went up to her room 
and I watched her change into a few different outfits 
until we agreed on one. Then we went to the mall... She 
drove us in her car and I paid all the bills, including 
buying her a tank of gas.

The only drawback to Cindy's profitable sideline, was 
that she might have to do the thing she hated above 
anything else -goof with a girl for the camera. Mr. V., 
the local movie producer who Cindy worked for, had 
never asked for this but it was only a matter of 
time... before he wanted to see the horrible thing. Mr. 
V. was kind of a scary man, truth to be told, but Cindy 
liked that about him for some reason. He wore a Van 
dyke beard that was a little too perfect, and could 
often be seen wearing a wide brimmed hat that covered 
his features. Mr. V. was often dark and moody but Cindy 
found him appealing in some sort of way. Cindy was 
seated at a couch modeling for Mr. V. 

Her curvaceous, perfectly shaped and sized body, 
weighing in a only 100 lbs. Cindy's main features were 
her lavish brown hair and her flawless body that was so 
finely chiseled that it looked like the work of a 
master sculptor. Her ass was the perfect size and shape 
for her, and her little titties stood up as attractive 
points on her flawless look. 

Cindy was more then a beautiful object though. She also 
had an out of control sexual side that she loved to 
show off to happy onlookers! At 25, Cindy could get a 
wet pussy that many younger girls could only dream 
about. She had long folds of labia that could dangle 
like jewels out of her body. And the pièce de 
résistance was Cindy's spectacular wet orgasm, and, it 
wasn't faked, as some girls like to try, Cindy was the 
real thing. All of these features together made Cindy 
the perfect model as she posed now for Mr. V.

She wore a finely fitted black outfit that showed her 
off to great advantage, and sipped at a cup of coffee. 
She looked devastatingly pretty and was very poised as 
Mr. V. filmed her. Another woman, who Cindy had saw 
before, was all dressed in glowing white. The other 
woman's body was flawless and perfect, she was older 
then Cindy but of undefined age. 

The other woman began to take advantage of Cindy. Cindy 
was mesmerized by the other woman's power and beauty 
and could not stop her... Contrary to Cindy, who was 
dressed all in black from head to toe, the other 
beautiful woman smiled pleasantly and was dressed only 
in a sheer white shirt, open in front. The other 
woman's magnificent and beautiful breasts were fully 
visible as was her complete body.

Soon Cindy was completely tied up and face down for the 
other woman. The other beautiful woman may have had 
dire consequences in store for Cindy but she smiled 
sweetly at Cindy. The older beautiful woman had not 
even bothered to undress Cindy, but she stroked Cindy's 
pussy with alarming affection! "Don't hurt me!" cried 
Cindy. "I have important work to do and I can't do it 
if I am crippled!!! Please," she stammered.

"Give it up to me real easy and I won't hurt you, but 
if you make me work for it the story will be 
different!" the older beautiful woman told Cindy.

The older beautiful woman had kept stroking Cindy's 
pussy, and Cindy needed to come.

"Do you want this man?" the older beautiful woman asked 
Cindy as she presented to her a vicious muscle bound 
bruiser who Cindy knew and admired but could not name! 
Cindy was tied up as she looked at him and the older 
beautiful woman kept stroking her pussy very well. "If 
you make me work for it I will hurt you latter," the 
older beautiful woman pressured Cindy.

"Yes, I want him," admitted the tearful Cindy, before 
she exploded in a horrible orgasm that left her body 
quaking uncontrollably in her tight bondages.

It had all been a dream, and such uncomfortable dreams 
were as sorrowful as it got in the pretty little town 
where Cindy lived. And for even more sorrow, although 
the beautiful older woman of undetermined age and the 
bruiser male might have just been a dream, the orgasm 
was real, and Cindy woke up climaxing as she touched 
herself and exploding in a huge wet orgasm all over her 
friends bed, where she had fallen asleep! 

Cindy had a lunch "date" with Roger a muscular man who 
she admired, and who was big in the banking industry. 
She met him at a restaurant and he had already gotten 
the table. Roger had long been connected with my family 
and had always secretly admired Cindy for her 
strikingly beautiful and pretty physique. Cindy was any 
man's dream date with brown hair and perfect features 
set off by green eyes. She loved to fuck and the men 
she knew had probably seen some of her movies. Who knew 
what thoughts they might be thinking as they talked 
comfortably to her. Roger was no exception and he 
smiled at her admiringly as the two ate their hamburger 
lunches!

"And you know 'Uncle' Roger," Cindy said provocatively, 
"I have come to the conclusion that all men are 
fuckers!" Just then a popular song came on that 
attracted Cindy's attention. The words "My missionaries 
in a foreign field," sang across the restaurant. 

"You know 'Uncle' Roger, that song is about me," Cindy 
said, "and where they say 'My missionaries in a foreign 
field' they are talking about all the movies that I 
made!" Then another song came on and Cindy exclaimed 
wildly: "See, 'Go write your message on the pavement 
Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant,' that's 
my work... 'Complete the motion if you stumble,' see... 
that's me," she said!

My daughter made about ten of these movies that I know 
of, starting from when she was 23 years old. The movies 
made her enough money to buy things she wanted, and one 
of those things was an in-ground pool for her backyard. 
When she had first had it installed I went over to see 
it. My daughter was ecstatic as she showed me around 
it, and exclaimed every virtue to me. She also showed 
it to Mr. V., and this is what happed when he was over 
my daughter's house:

"Do you know your 'Uncle' Rodger?" Mr. V. asked, at the 
end of the tour of the pool.

"Yes," answered my daughter, "he's been working out 
recently and has become quite muscular. Although he is 
quite BALD now days!" she laughed.

"Yes well, he has been looking at YOU ever since your 
15th birthday party," Mr. V. said. "AND your dad has 
lent him some of the tapes that he has of you."

My daughter started in shock.

"Bastard, I like to FUCK as much as the next girl." she 
answered, "but I don't know about this!!! He might be 
to much for me."

"Are you feeling all right now," Mr. V. answered, "Is 
everything all right with you."

"Yes," answered my daughter demurely.

"Why don't you give him a call," Mr. V. said, "give him 
the same tour of your pool as you gave to me."

My daughter marched into her home and retrieved her 
phone. She dialed her "Uncle" Rodger and made the call. 
She invited him over for that afternoon and he readily 
accepted, although he lived on the other side of town.

"There it is," my daughter said when she had hung up 
the phone. "I hope you are happy."

Mr. V. smiled at her sanguinely

"My husband won't like it, if I am all beat up when he 
comes home," she answered loudly. "He'll be here by 7 
PM," she said.

"That gives us six hours to work with. I love you," Mr. 
V. said.

"You fucker," she said at Mr. V. smiling.

They went into her home and set up some video cameras 
in her living room and in her bedroom. My daughter 
understood that she had to be in certain locations for 
the cameras to be affective. The MAJOR object to the 
whole afternoon was what my daughter would wear. They 
went through her whole closet and could come up with no 
compromise. Finally my daughter said that there was 
something in her basement. "I wore this in one of your 
movies," she said demurely to Mr. V. It was a fitted 
leather jumpsuit hung in a cedar lined sauna left by 
the home's previous owner. 

The jumpsuit was all in black leather and there were 
cone shaped inserts fitted to the small size of my 
daughter's breasts. After a lot of trying, my daughter 
finally got the jumpsuit onto her body and it fit very 
tightly. There was a zipper all the way up the 
backside, that reached down under her crotch to her 
clit. There was an elaborate buckled collar with a 
large steel ring at the front. My daughter looked 
stunning in it as she modeled it for Mr. V. once she 
got it on.

"Why didn't they make the cones over your breasts much 
bigger?" Mr. V. asked.

"Because my breasts aren't that big," my daughter said 
as if "Duhing" Mr. V. "It would be better if my hair 
was fixed up," she said. "Do you think he'll like it?"

"I like it," Mr. V. said.

My daughter reported that she met Rodger at the door 
wearing the leather jumpsuit and that she showed him 
the pool. Then she led him back into her living room 
where she confronted him with the information that he 
had been interested in her since she was a 15 year old 
girl! "Here we are, and we have the entire afternoon!" 
my daughter broached to Rodger in her living room that 
afternoon. "Why don't you fuck me!" she said! 

"You would like that wouldn't you," "Uncle" Rodger 
answered.

"Ugh, Huh," my daughter said pertly.

Clad in the leather jumpsuit my daughter watched as 
Rodger approached her. Her little titties stood out in 
outrageous positions with the cone inserts under the 
leather. My daughter looked up at the muscular Rodger 
from under her huge hair, and she was ready for 
whatever he was going to dish out.

"I'm ready for you," she said, in fighting stance.

"15 huh?" Rodger said.

He placed his finger through the steel ring on the 
collar of my daughter's jumpsuit and drew her in for a 
kiss. Rodger forced her to it until my daughter 
eventually gave in and made out with his kisses. Rodger 
turned her around and bent her over the table, and 
unzipped down the back of my daughter's jumpsuit. The 
zipper wrapped all the way down to the pussy, giving 
Rodger something to feel. My daughter was quite willing 
and it was an exhibition all the way up to the scenes 
orgasmic conclusion.

Rodger held her head down onto the table top while he 
jerked her off at the pussy. My daughter was ready for 
him and came for him immediately. Calling him "Fucker," 
and "Bastard" in sequence before she finally had a 
complete orgasm. Rodger let her groan and recover 
herself but he held her head down the whole time. My 
daughter wasn't high on cocaine or anything so it was 
just a nice relaxed afternoon for her. In the perfect 
position for the camera, "Uncle" Rodger peeled off his 
pants and put his boner into the pussy.

The microphone picked up all the noise as my daughter 
got fucked hard. It wasn't really a rape because my 
daughter could handle him. Eventually she comes again 
and her pussy squirts its orgasm all over "Uncle" 
Rodger standing behind her. "How was that?" my daughter 
finally says when she is done, but Rodger still holds 
her down in place. He puts his cock back in her pussy 
although this time he doesn't pound her as hard. 

"I want you to fuck some of my friends for me," Rodger 
says from his position of power.

"I'm a married woman. See!" my daughter answers, 
holding up her finger with her wedding band to show 
him. "You're just getting a special treat for today."

"He'll never know," "Uncle" Rodger said, continuing to 
pound her.

"Uhg, that feels good," my daughter said, "do it 
harder. Pound me," she said.

Rodger brought her to a third squirting wet orgasm and 
then he let her up.

"He'll know because I'll tell him," my daughter said, 
looking right up into his face. "What do you think 
about that?"

"I want to slap you around sweet heart," "Uncle" Rodger 
said to her.

My daughter laughed a quizzical laugh and said, "okay."

Rodger held her by the left hand and slapped 
aggressively at my daughter's cone protected tits. She 
enjoyed it and stuck her chest out for him to hit at. 
My daughter looked on in amusement as he went at her 
and laughed and encouraged him. "Oh, you brute. Oh, you 
monster," she would say in between moans and laughing. 
"Agh, that one hurt. Fucker!"

"Are you going to tell him about us," "Uncle" Rodger 
asked.

"Yes, everything. How you were so rough with me. How I 
wore my black jumpsuit for you. I might leave out the 
part how we're going to make porno's together," she 
said, looking up at him grievously.

"Cindy, darling, I think I love you," Rodger said.

"How badly have you ever beaten a woman up?" my 
daughter asked him inquisitively.

"One of my friends is a black guy with a 14" dick," he 
said.

My daughter looked up at him and laughed. "I don't like 
black guys," she said. "How do you live with yourself, 
being such a monster?" she asked pointedly.

"Let's go upstairs so I can put it to your ass," 
"Uncle" Rodger finally said.

My daughter looked up at him fabulously and said, 
"okay, but are you sure you're done BEATING my 
breasts?"

Once they got up into my daughter's bedroom, my 
daughter Cindy, lays down on the bed face first. She 
still wears her black leather jumpsuit and it is still 
opened down the backside. My daughter works and models 
this position for her "Uncle" Rodger while she watches 
him get undressed. Rodger strips down to nothing and 
then he lays down on the bed next to my daughter. He 
touches her ass, and reaches down to her pussy and they 
talk.

"How did you like sticking that thing in my pussy?" my 
daughter asked him.

"Not bad," "Uncle" Rodger addresses her rudely.

My daughter laughs a mockingly grieved laugh. "What 
kind of friends do you have?" she comes back at him.

"They're mostly rapists, like I am," Rodger answers 
her.

"Do you feel how wet that pussy is?" my daughter asks 
him, because his fingers are stuck up her box at that 
moment.

"How many men have you been with at the same time?" 
"Uncle" Rodger asks her?

My daughter laughs and she tries to get up on top of 
him, but Rodger pins her down and begins to work her 
pussy in earnest with his fingers. My daughter moans 
and groans for him, rewarding him for his efforts. 
"You're such a fucker," she finally blurts out. "Agh," 
she gasps as he works her. "You tell me how bad it was 
for the woman you hurt the most, and I'll tell you what 
you want to know."

Her "Uncle" Rodger held my daughter and shoved his dick 
in her ass and began pumping her. "I loved her," he 
said, "and she was such an object of beauty."

"What happened to her?" my daughter said.

"I married her. She is my wife."

My daughter laughed a hysterical laugh of amusement and 
enjoyment.

"I'm going to ask "Aunt" Kate all about it," my 
daughter threatened. "She is my best friend, you know," 
she said. "Agh! Fucker! Oh, my ass. You like doing that 
don't you? It feels good for you? Doesn't it? Ahh, 
you're such a bastard! Agh. Make it hurt! I love you 
Roger," she said. "I don't mind suffering for you."

My daughter was like a loaded gun of sex: once she was 
cocked she had to go off and always with explosive 
consequences! The times I had fucked her, my daughter 
almost always had one of her loud wet orgasms. Sex was 
a serious thing with her, and it was hardly ever just 
for the purpose of fucking. 

That afternoon ended with my daughter giving Rodger the 
hard ass fucking scene in her bedroom. Taking his hard 
cock, she had screamed and moaned grievously 
throughout. When it was over Rodger and my daughter 
were laying on her bed holding hands, and my daughter 
said, "I'm going to make another movie in a couple of 
weeks. I could give you a call!?" she said hopefully.

After Rodger left, there was still three hours until my 
daughter's husband would get home, so she took the 
tapes out of the camera's and drove them downtown to 
Mr. V.'s photo lab. They knew her by name there and 
buzzed her right in. Mr. V. put down an important phone 
call to address my daughter. She gave her tapes to him 
and Mr. V. spent an hour talking with her in his 
office! "Nothing like sex!"


A few days latter, my daughter introduced "Uncle" 
Rodger to Mr. V. "This is Mr. V.," she said. "All the 
men who stab me, except my husband, do it in front of 
Mr. V. If you want my love," she said to him "you can 
only have it in front of Mr. V." After that, Mr. V. 
invited Rodger in and showed him the full library of 
movies that my daughter had made. 

And "Uncle" Rodger told me it was more then ten movies 
at that point. Rodger and Mr. V., agreed, and over the 
next two weeks Rodger and my daughter made a movie 
together under Mr. V.'s directorship. The only proviso 
was that Mr. V. not show "Uncle" Rodger's face on 
camera, but Rodger had been working out for a few years 
at that point and he was very proud of his muscular 
body.

Rodger wanted to do a movie where he could slap my 
daughter around and he wanted to give her 20 lashes 
with a cane or something. "Uncle" Rodger had a nice 
house on the other side of town and he wanted to use 
that as the location. Rodger wanted to make the movie 
in front of his wife. They all had a sit down were they 
were going to discuss the details and my daughter said 
there was "no way she was going to take 20 lashes. That 
was just too much." And she wanted to know if there was 
going to be any sex! At that point Rodger started 
talking about the black guy that he knew. My daughter 
looked astounded and flabbergasted when he brought that 
up again, but she listened patiently while he talked. 
"I'm not going to end up like your wife, with permanent 
scars and bruises!" my daughter told her "Uncle" 
Rodger.

"She doesn't have any scars," Rodger said.

"I have to be able to walk off the scene, not get 
carried out," my daughter said.

"Well there's ways of doing things without leaving any 
marks," Mr. V. reportedly said.

"You men are such vile pigs," my daughter answered.

They eventually got the plot down to seeing "Uncle" 
Rodger as a photographer and my daughter as his model. 
They bring in the black guy and in the end Rodger gets 
to hit my daughter with five strokes of a cane, which 
is much more pain then my daughter had ever felt before 
in her life. They were all happy.

My daughter says it was a lot of fun doing the movie in 
front of Rodger's wife. The other woman watched every 
days filming and the two woman commiserated off camera. 
"Uncle" Rodger did the whole movie in the nude, with 
his dangling penis and his muscular physique some of 
the main attractions of the movie. My daughter starts 
off by impaling herself with two small dildos at the 
beginning of the movie and then they have some strange 
title sequence starring my daughter and some funky 
music. 

Then there is endless nude modeling for my daughter 
while Rodger snaps pictures and the two have deep 
conversation about pain and how much he would love to 
see her endure some and how she would really like to if 
he was sincere. Finally they bring in the black guy. My 
daughter and Rodger's wife sit on a couch and model 
nude for him while he strokes himself off. They touch 
each other and even kiss a little. Then my daughter 
sucks him off. 

She wouldn't fuck him because she was afraid she was 
going to get pregnant and in real life, my daughter is 
vehemently against the use of contraception in any 
form, except natural. After my daughter gives him a 
blow job, the black guy goes over and fucks "Uncle" 
Rodger's wife who is waiting for him on the couch. "I 
just warmed him up," my daughter told me latter, "and 
he was a violent brute." 

So the final scene is after nude "Uncle" Rodger spends 
a lot of time taking pictures of my nude daughter, she 
sits on a chair with him and jerks herself off at the 
pussy. The whole time they were talking about how much 
Rodger wants to hit her beautiful ass with a cane and 
how much my daughter wants it, but only five times. 

So my daughter ends up sitting on a chair with "Uncle" 
Rodger, and they are making out, and Rodger is watching 
her stroke her pussy until she comes. Then they get up 
and my daughter bends over his dining room table for 
him, and "Uncle" Rodger pulls out this long bamboo 
cane. He lets her have it with the five times, and my 
daughter is screaming and crying throughout. 

They drag it out so that it takes about 20 min. to 
accomplish, and by the time they are done, my daughter 
is a mass of tears and sobs splayed out all over the 
dining room table. When they are done, "Uncle" Rodger 
reaches over to her and says, "baby, that was so good." 
Ignoring him, my daughter proceeds into another fit of 
crying and tears.

"I'm so humiliated," she says, sobbing away.

"Oh, you looked good," Rodger says joyously happy. "Now 
I know I love you and need you... we should have did 
this when you were 15," he adds bitingly. 

My daughter just eats up all the attention. It never 
gets old for her.

The last story I'll tell is one that my daughter told 
me. Her husband works for a large collage in our town 
and he is a complete pig as I have said. My daughter's 
husband is a low wage earner, and although well spoken 
and polite, does not really have enough money to live 
in our community. 

Most of the professors "commute." But anyway, I have 
remodeled their house for them and my daughter and her 
husband are content. Apparently, some members of the 
Psychology Dept. staff hold occasional sex parties on 
Friday nights where they study the sex of one or more 
of a predetermined beauty. Who usually gets fucked buy 
the local or out of town collage football hero of the 
moment.

They set it up and then talk about it for weeks in 
advance and then they all go and watch these local 
woman get fucked. It's really all about the men getting 
together and comparing notes and talking, but the whole 
time, there is a woman in the other room getting 
pounded and every one can hear, or go in and watch if 
they want. 

And then at the end, the woman is rated on score cards, 
with the variable being how well the young man was seen 
to have performed, and, at the bottom of the scorecard, 
a check box that read: "Check Here, if you would like 
to see this pussy pounded again." Afterwards, my 
daughter said, the woman doesn't even bother to get 
dressed, she just walks around in the nude and mingles 
with the quests, showing off her tits and angling for a 
better score. At the end of the year, the woman with 
the best score gets a prize!

They drove my daughter's recent model Mercedes to the 
event and my son-in-law wore very expensive but second 
hand clothes. He wore a tweed jacket that he owns, but 
it came from a consignment shop and is a little torn 
up. My daughter asked me to buy her a dress and we went 
shopping when I had some free time. She wore a sexy 
black cocktail dress. Strapless and short with new 
black tennis shoes and fake pearls. All on my credit 
card. 

My daughter wanted to go off at the party and talk to 
the people, but her husband kept her at his side, 
holding her hand the whole time and getting her drunk. 
There was some cocaine and marijuana available there 
but my daughter's husband wouldn't let her partake! So 
all in all, my daughter said the party could have been 
better. 

The woman who got fucked was a very pretty collage 
type, with size "C" cup breasts and large round 
nipples. After she was fucked, she tied her hair back 
up and worked her way around the room talking to 
people. She made her way to my son-in-law's group and 
held hands with my daughter and even gave her a quick 
kiss to the delight of the men. My daughter was steamed 
and quite upset.

My son-in-law told my daughter what to fill out on her 
card, and she did it just to please him. My daughter 
said that her husband could see how disappointed she 
was, having to stand there and listen to him talk shop 
with his friends, so as an acknowledgement he drove her 
to the local "lovers lane" that night before they went 
home. There were dozens of cars parked up there with 
local teenagers inside them. My daughter and her 
husband parked and he gave her a good "feeling up" in 
her car, and then they ate out at a local hamburger 
restaurant before they went home.

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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