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C h a p t e r 13
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"If you want to go, then I want to go with you," Lisa said,
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"there's no conceivable reason why I can't go!"
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The discussion was about peep shows, the quarter booths that
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were featured in the ADULT movies stores and shops all around
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the bay area. Bill had said something about going to an adult
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stag shop, and Lisa wanted to go with him.
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"OK, OK... Get your jacket and let's go," Bill gave in with
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resignation to her plea. Heading up for San Francisco on
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highway 101 in the car, Lisa petted Bill's thigh as they drove
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into the city to park in the downtown area. Neon signs flashed
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and glittered with bar and cocktail lounge names in lights.
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"Funny thing is, almost all of the Adult Book stores with the
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quarter peep shows are painted yellow. I don't know where it
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came from but, there was a movie called, "I am Curious Yellow",
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some years ago. Maybe the color of the stores came from the
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movie," Bill remarked.
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They picked an Adult Bookstore on the north side of the street
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and entered. Lisa was amazed at the color magazines of fucking
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and sucking that covered the walls, and selections of
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vibrators, creams, jellies, and various other sexual aids were
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in racks, counters, and stands around the room. At one end of
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the room, a sign '.25 Movies' hung over the door. As Bill got
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quarters from the change machine, Lisa looked at the magazine
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covers.
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One of the books had a german shepherd dog frolicking with a
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nude blonde haired girl. Lisa thought about Dumdum and her day,
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until Bill took her arm and headed under the sign.
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A framed window with advertisements of the movies available
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in each booth was dimly lit just inside the entrance as they
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stood, pouring over the available selections. A number above
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each advertisement indicating in which booth the movie would
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show.
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"Pick a number, any number," Bill chanted under his breath,
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sounding like a circus shill at a roulette game.
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Lisa laughed at him, "Let's try booth twenty one, since
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we're both adults and over."
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Bill laughed as the looked at the numbers on the doors to find
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booth twenty one. Lisa noticed how many men were just standing
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around, slouching against the dark walls, looking at her as
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they sought the number.
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Everything was painted black in the exhibition hallways.
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Recessed dim lights in the ceiling lit the narrow hallways as
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they wound around the corners until the found booth twenty one.
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Lisa had noticed red lights above each door, some on, some off
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as they had walked the hallways, and understood the lights to
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mean that the booth was occupied if illuminated.
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Closing the door, Bill found a slide lock and slid it to the
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door, effectively preventing unwanted intrusions. It was pitch
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black in the booth, with only two dim neon lights by the coin
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slots of the quarter machine.
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Bill inserted a quarter in a slot and the movie started. The
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reflected lighting lit the booth enough to allow them to see a
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bench wide enough for two, and they sat, Lisa rubbing Bill's
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cock through the fabric of his trousers.
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Two girls were making love on the small two foot by three foot
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screen in front of the bench, sucking each others pussy's in a
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sixty nine position, and Lisa wondered how it would feel having
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another woman suck her. Might be softer than a man, but she
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didn't know if she could handle the thought of her sucking
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another girl's cunt. The idea didn't turn her on all that much.
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Lisa saw light at the side of the booth they were inside,
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coming from the next booth through the six inch circular hole
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opening cut in the wall.
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"Jesus, Bill.", breathed Lisa, "I could look right into the
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next booth, through that hole."
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"That's what it's all about, baby. You can satisfy your
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voyeurs instinct and look in either booth, there or there."
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Bill indicated the hole in the other wall.
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"Wow. I think I'm going to like this. You mean that I get down
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on my knees and just watch what the person in the next booth is
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doing?" Lisa giggled.
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"Right on.." Bill whispered in her ear, "Just peek in the
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hole. That's why these are called peek shows!"
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Lisa leaned forward, peering cautiously, her eyes approaching
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the opening, looking into the next booth, to see an elderly
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grey haired, obese male, fat stomach hanging, trousers down at
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his ankles, pulling at his limp cock while he watched the show
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in his booth. His hand was busy stretching his prick, which was
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obviously refusing to cooperate to his stimulation. The other
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opening must be more promising Lisa thought, and she lowered
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her eyes to it.
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A young male, prick in his hand, busy pumping his prick, was
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seated in that booth. He looked hard at the hole Lisa was
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peering through, and began to pump harder at his erect rod. In
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seconds, his hand pumping furiously, his prick spurted cum.
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Jetting out from his loins, his sperm described an arc to
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splash on the floor at his feet between his shoes.
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"What a waste, "thought Lisa. "I could have had his cum in
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my pussy, my mouth, over my tits, in my hands, or anywhere
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except on the cold cement floor."
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The young man produced a handkerchief from his back pocket
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with the cloth in his hand, began to wipe the dribbles of cum
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from his organ, milking big drops from the end the wiping his
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shrinking cock dry. Throwing the handkerchief under the bench,
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and without even looking at Lisa's peek hole, he opened his
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door and left the booth. Lisa whispered to Bill what she had
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seen through the hole. She described watching the man jack off
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and cum on the floor, and his wiping of his cock on the white
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handkerchief.
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"If he does much jacking off, he's going to spend a fortune on
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handkerchief's," Bill commented at the end of her dissertation.
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This struck Lisa so funny, she almost howled with suppressed
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laughter, her body quivering as she tried not to make too much
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noise in the booth. She sat next to Bill and watched Bill
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feeding quarters as the movie automatically stopped, until
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they had watched the short film to conclusion.
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Lisa occasionally peeked into the next booths, but they were
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not occupied.
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"Let's get out of here and get a drink," Lisa said at the
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finish of the short movie.
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They left, strolling arm in arm, entering a cocktail lounge in
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the next block. Sipping her drink, Lisa got the giggles again,
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thinking of the young man with a high stack of handkerchiefs,
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busily masturbating his cum in each one.
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"You know, darling, I'm finding out that I really get turned
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on each time we get involved in another sexual scene. Don't you
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think that there's something strange about a happily married
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woman, wanting to fuck all the time?"
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"I don't think you want to fuck all the time, for instance,
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sometimes you want to suck, and sometimes, you want to get
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sucked," her husband laughed at her.
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"You know what I mean. Until only a month or so ago, I was
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perfectly content with only you sexually, and then you started
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talking about fucking and sucking and orgies all the time. The
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next thing I knew, we were sitting in an adult movie and I was
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getting into all kinds of strange sexual experiences."
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"Does that mean that you're not enjoying your sexual
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adventures with me?" her husband asked.
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"You know that I do. But, I wonder what you must think of your
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sweet, virginal blonde wife now that you've watched me with
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cocks in my mouth and pricks up my cunt, fucking like crazy!"
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"I think that you're a sexy, turned on blonde, that's a little
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cock crazy, and, I love it. It really turns me on too, watching
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you get turned on, and well satisfied."
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"But, Bill, do you think that I'll just get worse and worse,
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looking for another cock all the time to satisfy me? How will
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you feel when you come home some day and find the milk man
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fucking your wife in the kitchen?"
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"In the first place, there are no more milk men, you have to
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buy it in a supermarket, and in the second place, even if you
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could find a milk man to fuck you in the kitchen, and I came
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home and caught you, I'd just take out my prick and join the
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fun! There's always another place for another prick."
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"Well, it kind of bothers me. I'm just getting hornier with
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every one of our adventures, and I'm wondering where it's all
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going to lead us."
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"It's going to lead us to more fun, and more games, and more
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adventures. You're going to enjoy yourself and have a good time
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with sex. Sex is supposed to be fun, not a guilt trip, like
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some people like to make it."
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"If you say so darling, then I'll go along with you, and enjoy
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what ever, or who ever, comes," Lisa giggled at her handsome
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husband.
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"Lisa, you know that you're a very strikingly beautiful woman,
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and you radiate sex. You look like you have the words "fuck
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me", branded on your forehead. You are also blessed by having
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the lusty lewd intentions to do something about your sexuality,
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so don't hold back at all. What I'm telling you is this, if it
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feels good, sexually, then do it. I'll always understand."
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"Does that mean you also enjoy fucking beautiful women?"
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"You bet your ass I do! I really enjoy making it with a
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healthy and sensual lady that knows just what she wants, and
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how to go about getting it," her husband nodded.
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"Next thing I know, you'll be fucking Angela at the office."
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"She's married!" he stated, as if the act would be impossible,
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and felt the very same guilt he'd just told his wife, Lisa to
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avoid. It was a bit uncomfortable, talking about banging Angela
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when less than twelve hours ago, Angela had his cock in her
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mouth.
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"She's married, not unavailable! I've watched her swing her
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ass at you at the office. She's a walking piece of dynamite,
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and I'm sure she'd love to use you as one of her fuses."
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"How do you know that she hasn't already used me as a fuse?"
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Lisa grinned lewdly at her husband, taking hold of his arm
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with a loving gesture, "honey, if Angela ever gives you a
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chance to get into her panties, and you turn it down, I'll
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never speak to you again."
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"Princess, if either Angela or Marian offer, with your
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permission, I'll accept."
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"Boy, not only do you want to fuck your own secretary, now you
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want to fuck Sam's secretary too!" Lisa giggled lasciviously
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at her husband, "Go get 'em tiger, fuck 'em all, and if you get
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a chance, call me in to either watch, or participate."
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"That's enough talking about getting me laid, let's go and get
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you laid," Bill adroitly changed the uncomfortable subject.
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"I can get myself laid, thank you, however, it would help if
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you'd take me back to where the action is. I'm getting horny
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again after all this talking about you fucking both Angela and
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Marian." Lisa swung off the bar stool, standing with her hands
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on her hips, hipshot on one leg, pelvis thrust forward, a very
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provocative pose for her husband.
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"Good, let's go get you fucked."
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Walking the street, Lisa putting a little more swing in her
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ass, looking in the store fronts, examining the merchandise and
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generally enjoying themselves. They rounded a corner and saw
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another Adult Movie Peep Show, also painted yellow.
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Give me some quarters," Lisa wheedled Bill. "I want to go in a
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booth alone and see what happens when the peepers find lady
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masturbating next door."
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Bill handed her a handful of quarters.
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"Tell you what, princess. Why don't we split, you go in first
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and I'll follow in a few minutes. No one will know that we're
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together, and it'll blow their minds."
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Lisa laughed and her voice took on a raunchy, lewd cast.
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"It's not their minds I'm going to blow It's their cocks!"
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Bill chuckled as they parted, Lisa striding into the peep
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show and going directly to the opening for the movies. Pausing
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at the now familiar directory, noticing some of the movies were
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two men fucking and sucking. She sensed Bill standing at her
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side, looking at the menu, but he quickly walked away.
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Lisa was aware of the males looking at her as she left the
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directory, striding with her provocative ass swinging to number
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fifteen, the booth she had picked. The familiar light was
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illuminated over the door as she arrived, then went out. The
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man gave her a startled look as he left the booth.
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She slipped the door latch, fumbled a quarter into the slot,
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sitting on the bench. She could see by the light passing
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through the cutout holes on each wall that the other booths
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were unoccupied now. She thought it would be funny if she was
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here to watch or be watched and nobody came, but decided that
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sooner or later someone would enter and be her neighbor in
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lust.
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On the screen, a couple fucked dog fashion, the camera looked
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like it was just inches from their sexual organs, and Lisa
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wished Bill could fix their camera to take close up shots like
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that, however it was impossible to fit a zoom lens on their
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video camera that would work when nobody was there to move the
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lens settings.
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The Hole on the right suddenly darkened and Lisa knew someone
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had entered the next door booth.
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Her screen went dark as the machine used up her quarter.
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Lisa however could see light reflected from the screen in the
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other booth and knelt to peek at a bearded, hairy man standing
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in the next booth, his eyes on the screen. He kept rubbing his
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groin, but his organ was still inside his pants, bulging the
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front, but not visible. Lisa wanted to see his cock.
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She sat back on the bench, fed a quarter to her hungry sex
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machine, and thinking about the cock next door while watching
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the movie, started her hands under her tight skirt. She pulled
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it high around her waist, rolled her panties down, leaving them
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at her knees, her lower body naked. She tried opening her legs,
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but found her panties bound her legs, and pulled them to her
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ankles.
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