When she
finally ran out of words, Lauralee sat down abruptly — not in her own
chair, but on her husband’s lap. XXX He sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her, eyes sliding
lasciviously over her dark perfection that was always so excitingly
forbidden to him that he had to have it again and again. “Ooooohh,” she moaned
He pressed forward again and the ponderous cock-head burst its way into
the warmly palpitating opening. But by God, the
other guy — he was the fucking bitch’s husband! God, what would happen to his “good name” in this town if
he started making passes at his clerks? At the other end of the line, Blodgett was also uneasy. I can run
everything — you wouldn’t have to spend any time
