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C h a p t e r 5
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"Do you know that it's been exactly one month since we
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had our adventure at the Alameda!"
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They sat in the living room watching a taped movie
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through their VHS video recorder. Bill had joined a video
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club and after buying two adult, triple X rated movies. They
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very much enjoyed watching them, and then the video club
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allowed them to trade back the movies and check out two new
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movies.
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They now watched a couple a week, then went to bed and
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screwed until they were exhausted.
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"Are you thinking about jacking off pricks again?" Bill
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smiled, idly rubbed the silky skin of her thigh just above
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the smooth curve of her knee, then moving higher on her
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sleek thigh moving towards her moistness.
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"God, yes.", Lisa writhed as his fingers touched her
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panty covered pubis, "jacking them off, sucking them, maybe
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even fucking a few. I'm ready to go to the Alameda theater
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again, any time you are!"
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"You liked that little jacking off adventure, didn't you
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baby? His soft voice murmured seductively, "and you dig
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getting your cunt finger fucked while you jack off a big,
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hard prick."
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His finger pushed through the silken fabric of her moist
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panties at her erect clit pushing from the lips of her cunt
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against the silky fabric of her panties. Lisa began to
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squirm with delight at the soft fingering of her hot pussy.
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"I think we were both really turned on that night, yes,
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I'd like to either do that or some other adventure with you
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again," Lisa purred, I liked it when I had two fingers in my
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pussy and a prick spurting cum in each hand, not to mention
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the guy in front that jacked off his come all over my tits.
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Now that was really a turn on for me."
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"What I'd also like to do is watch you either finger fuck
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another lady, or eat her, of fuck her, or something like
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that. You know what I mean, have dirty sex with another
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woman while I could watch, just like you watched me jack off
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those cocks there in the Alameda."
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"Well honey, I'd like that too. If we could figure out
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how to get another lady for me, or a guy for you, maybe we
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could both watch each other fucking and sucking," Bill's
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soft voice submitted his thoughts to his blonde wife.
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"I don't know whether I'd rather have you watch me, or me
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watch you."
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"Or, maybe watch each other!"
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"Could be, either would turn us both on even more."
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After a few minutes of silence, Lisa spoke again, "You
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know that I do like these screw movies and I like to watch
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them with you and then make love, but... our adventure at
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the Alameda was more exciting than these movies."
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Bill probed harder at her clit, his finger worming under
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the elastic band of her panties, sinking into her wet cunt.
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"Yes, I know. You'd like to see our adventure on video,
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wouldn't you Lisa?"
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"Damn right I would. We're just as good, maybe even
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better than the turkeys we watch on those tapes. Why don't
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we star in our own movies? We could get a camera and take
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movies of us at the Alameda, then watch them whenever we
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wanted right here at home.
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"She squirmed as his plunging finger sent pleasure
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rippling down her belly.
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"Too dark. Can't take movies there, not enough light for
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a video camera. Just couldn't get a tape of that black stud
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squirting his cum on your belly in that darkness, or when
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you kissed his cock for him, for that matter."
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"Well damn it William! That's what I want to do. You're
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smart about cameras, figure it out. You can if you put you
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mind to work."
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She began to grope his cock as his finger worked on her
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clit. "But right now, let's get to bed. I want that hard
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cock in me, right now!"
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His feet digging into the sheets, stroking his pounding
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prick into her open cunt, her legs locked around the small
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of his back, ass lifting on his down stroke as she felt the
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pussy juice run down the crevasse of her shapely ass.
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They screwed, prick slipping wetly into her cunt as she
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began the long series of orgasms with a low moan. Gripping
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her plunging ass Bill pulled her tight as his cock spurted
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into her clasping pussy. Lisa counted the spurts and when
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they stopped at five, realized just how much more that he
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had been turned on at the Alameda a month ago. Her cunt
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milked the cum from his prick, she could feel it writhe over
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his softening penis, while she felt her orgasm taper off
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then slowly stop.
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"I've got to keep him thinking about how much he wants to
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see me get screwed by another guy."
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Lisa's determination to make Bill think of ways to get
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her fucked, occupied her mind, when she resolved to work the
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power on her husband as much as she could over the next few
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days.
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As they drifted into sleep, Lisa felt another orgasm
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twitch her body as she again thought of jacking off two
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cocks, feeling and tasting the squirting black's cum on her
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lips, tits and pussy. She drifted into sleep.
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..
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"Wait until you see it," Bill opened the big box to
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reveal a color video camera.
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"I've got a portable VHS unit, and a low light level
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video camera. I've also bought a tripod, a remote control
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switch, ten cassettes of blank tape, and a auto focus low
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light lens for the video camera. You're going to be a star
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baby!"
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The remainder of the evening after dinner was filled with
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trying out the camera, the auto focus lens and the portable
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recorder. Much giggling from Lisa while the conspirators
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planned just where and how they were going to shoot their
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"EPIC" movie. How they were going to get some of their
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friends into the movies without their friends being aware
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that they were being filmed.
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Bill shot about twenty minutes of Lisa undressing slowly,
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lying on the bed and masturbating for the camera lens, her
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soft red tipped fingernails toying with her pussy while Bill
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adjusted and fiddled with the setting on the camera,
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occasionally even moving the lights in the bedroom for a
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little more brilliance.
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Lisa demanded equal time too, playing at being both a
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director and a camera man, with Bill holding a copy of
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Playboy magazine and jacking off to the nude center fold
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Bunny.
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Lisa zoomed in as he spurted his sperm onto the fold out
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page, capturing on tape the squirting silver juice from his
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cock. Play back in slow motion later, the silver jets
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arched out to softly splash and cling to the slick magazine
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pages as her husband milked every drop of sperm onto the
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smiling Bunny.
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In bed later, the camera in the closet, lens fixed on the
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bed, the overheated couple fucked for the camera, capturing
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the action for later watching.
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..
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The sensual blond used her power on her husband almost
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every time they were together, sometimes even sending the
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power to him at work. Planting the thoughts of seeing his
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lovely blond wife getting screwed and being able to watch it
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over and over on the video cassette later.
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She thought maybe she'd used her power too much, when it
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seemed that all her husband talked about was watching her
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'get the pork poured to her'.
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Lisa decided not to continue using her power. Bill was
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already too horny about her getting fucked by someone else.
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Slow down and let nature take it's course.
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Watching her make love to another man was beginning to be
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an obsession with her husband.
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The next week flew by, as they tried camera angles and
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lighting in the bedroom. Another week and they felt that
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they had solved the problems, their camera work was good,
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the lighting fine, the finished product of their tests with
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the units was superior to the tired old copies of the taped
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movies they had rented. They were all set to shoot their big
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epic movie.
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Much planning went into the selection of the guests, with
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three couples invited, for a total of eight for dinner
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Saturday night. Polly and Harry from her office. Polly was a
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free talking, very pretty lady with long black hair and big
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tits which Bill admitted to Lisa, really turned him on.
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Harry was the office manager over Lisa and although nothing
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had gone on between then, Lisa felt his bold eyes on her
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bosom and ass. His quick look at her legs when she crossed
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them indicated his willingness to play, if he knew he
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wouldn't get in office problems or trouble with Bill over
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her.
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Another couple, who lived together, but were not married,
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were invited when Lisa noticed the bulge in his swimsuit
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while she and Bill were over for a San Jose swim party.
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His name was Bill also, but his nickname was Bull, which
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tickled Lisa's fancy. His girl friend, Susan, was a petit
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blonde with a wide mouth and an ass that she liked to swing
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when she thought some male was looking, which was often.
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Bill said "That she looked like she just got out of bed
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and couldn't wait to get back in," and Lisa laughed.
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Bill invited George and told him to bring a friend.
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George, a professional football player who had injured his
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knee five years ago, was selling insurance now. They did not
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know who George would bring to the dinner.
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..
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Saturday evening, just before the guests were to arrive,
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Lisa was modeling her outfit for Bill. Gold woven fabric,
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slit from the hem to her upper thigh, a wide black leather
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belt and a blouse which wrapped over the front.
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When she bent over, her lovely breasts were suspended and
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open to well below the nipples.
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No panties, showing Bill how she could flash her beaver
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at whoever was directly across from her position by sitting
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demurely with her knees tightly clasped, turning slightly
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and letting her thighs open, her slitted skirt falling away
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from her thighs, her skirt opened, exposing her thighs clear
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up to the crotch.
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By moving just another inch or so, Lisa then showed Bill
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her pussy.
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"No power tonight, just my sexy body, and my looks to
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help me lure my prey."
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Lisa's thoughts were not shared with her husband, "I'll
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just let things happen as they happen. If I can't get fucked
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all by myself, then something's wrong."
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While the guests arrived, Bill served cocktails, Lisa
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admired George's date's dress, giving each of the men in
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turn a glimpse of her pretty pink nipples as she served the
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napkins for the cocktails.
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Betty was George's date, light black, ass rippling when
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she walked. A beautiful lady from England with a charming
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accent. After dinner, the group sat around the living room
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with coffee and brandy, Lisa across from George, tantalizing
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him with flashes of her long slim legs, the slitted dress
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parting. George's glances delved into the darkness of her
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thighs. Harry at her right, being treated to glimpses of her
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full breasts. Each time Harry spoke to her Lisa leaned
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slightly toward him, her breasts nudging the wrapped opening
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on her blouse, parting the soft material, exposing her
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nipples.
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Between showing George her thighs and Harry her breasts,
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Lisa was getting aroused. She could visualize the size of
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Harry's prick by the swelling bulge in Harry's lap as she
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watched him dart glances into the dark cleavage of her full
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breasts. She enjoyed feeling the power to turn Harry on,
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feeling the moisture beginning to gather on the lips of her
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naked pussy. The sensuous blonde housewife decided that she
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really liked being looked at and admired sexually, and
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besides looking at male buns, really liked looking at the
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swelling male lap, wondering about the size and shape of the
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masculine organ in hiding!
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The after dinner party slowly broke into couples, Bill
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and Susan, Lisa and George, with Bull talking to Polly.
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Heading for the bar to get another brandy, Lisa took
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George's hand and pulled him to the bar.
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"Would you help a girl George. I need someone to open a
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new bottle of brandy, and you look like you'd be good at
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uncorking and unscrewing."
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"I don't know too much about unscrewing, but I'd be glad
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to help," George leered.
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"I never heard of anyone getting unscrewed."
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"I'll bet you don't know anything about unscrewing," Lisa
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laughed, "what do you know about?"
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"I know about football, I know about insurance, and I do
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know you're not wearing any panties. I know that you've been
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showing me your pretty pussy all night, and I know that
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you're the most desirable lady here tonight. I also know
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that if you weren't married, I'd sure give you a run."
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George touched her hip, his big black hand lightly
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caressing her flared hip through the gold fabric.
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Filling and warming the brandy, Lisa smiled at him,
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touching his hand with hers, scratching at the back of his
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big black hand with her fingernails while she moved closer
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to the big football star, lightly pressing the tips of her
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breasts into his thick arm.
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"Not only am I not wearing any panties, just so you could
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see my pussy, but I'm not wearing any brassiere either. I'm
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totally nude underneath this thin material. And all of it is
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just for you, George."
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...
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