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Tony saw himself as a decent sort. He paid attention to the social mores and etiquette demanded from polite society. She was a flaxen haired beauty from a waspish and well healed family. Her husband, a man of military bearing and juxtaposed penchant for liberalism in all things, including the happiness of his wife. Looks are often decieving. They made lusty love loud and dirty. And in the quiet afterglow, Tony fumbled for orange tictacs on the coffee table not wishing to move his shoulders for fear of falling off the couch. 'I could make you moan without even touching you, you know?' She sarfed... a combination of sigh and laugh, 'How?' Tony unhooked his arm gently from her and walked to the window. 'What are you doing?' she giggled. He looked back holding her bemused gaze as he took the fabric of the curtain and wiped his cock in the lining.
Date Written: April 15, 2007
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