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"The night that I fucked Mary"
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Living in Long Island was getting to be a "bore", and the only fun that
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seemingly could be had was over 100 miles away, in Connecticut.
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One of my sister's lived in Connecticut, in a "well to do" portion of the
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southern-central region. Most people were "wealthy" there.....some screen-
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play writers, the others 'actors' who made the area their second home, away
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from the New York hustle. The quaint and colonial setting gave the area a
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sort of charm that made any afternoon drive in the fall, nothing less than
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"spectacular", with the turning of the leaves into fiery hues..
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My "brother-in-law" knew all the bars in the region. He suggested we head
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on down to a local "road-house" pub, which he said "is so full of pussy you
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won't be able to see straight...." I sensed some uneasiness on the part of my
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sister, but she said "go on, have some fun, you guys earned it"...as we'd
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spent most of the morning from 4:00 a.m., busting our backs doing construction
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work, as he was a building contractor. So, without further ado, we jumped
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into his truck, and headed out to see what kind of fun could
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be scared-up there...
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Within minutes, we arrived. The place was so "packed" that parking was
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pretty hard to find there. Once inside, the "female-to-male" ratio seemed
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pretty much a 3:1 split, most of the women between the age of 19 and 28 years.
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We looked at each other and simultaneously said under our breaths, "all
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fucking right!!!" Now for some fun!
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As it worked out, we ended-up "sandwiched" between two ladies at the
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bar......and my brother-in-law struck-up a conversation "immediately" with the
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one nearest him. I'm kinda "quiet and shy", so I nursed my beer, and admired
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the scenery. Pretty soon, the girl on my right arm introduced herself....and
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I was immediately drawn to her physically, as she was about 20'ish, and had
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long, blonde hair, reaching down to the middle of her back. She wore a pink
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blouse, tied at midriff, and her white shorts accentuated the nicest ass I'd
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seen in quite some time....her legs also nothing short of "perfect".. About
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an hour passed, with both of us talking up a storm with our new-found female
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friends.
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Soon, my newly acquired lady friend had to make a trip to the ladies
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room....`and while she was gone, the bartender leaned over and said "listen,
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if you SCREW that sweet thing, you're going to get BLISTER DICK!!!", meaning
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"herpes". I blinked back at him in "incredulity" and said "naw, nothing
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that nice has venereal diseases..", and he said "listen, my best friend fucked
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her two weeks ago, and his `pud' damned-near fell-off." Needless to say, when
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she suggested that we take-off together and find a motel room nearby, I
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excused my-self and told her I had to "drain my pickle" first. She said she'd
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wait outside for me, and after about fifteen or so minutes, I could see her
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"storm off" with her arms crossed across her chest.. I guessed the bartender
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"knew" for sure, by virtue of her reaction for being "stood-up" after offering
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up some of her "best recipe".
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Now, it was just my "brother-in-law", his new female friend, and myself
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having a conversation. As he seemed to be getting pretty "shitfaced", he
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finally had to get rid of some of his "rented" beer, `too. When he left, the
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girl he'd been talking to leaned-over, and said "pretty cocky that friend of
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yours...", and I replied "he's my brother-in-law".. She looked at me kinda
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surprised, and said "you mean you don't mind him screwing-around on your
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sister?"...`and I said "no, it's between the two of them, not me. She then
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said "listen, I want to FUCK you...I've been looking at your `ass' in those
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nice, tight, white jeans all evening...and your cock bulge is awfully big..."
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I was pretty "dumbfounded" by this, but nonetheless managed to blush a nice
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"red" for her, noticing for the first time her nipples were "hard", straining
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against the stripped tank-top she was wearing, "no bra" underneath. I said
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that it had been quite a while since I'd had such a nice compliment, and
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she countered with "listen, let's get out of here before your brother-in-law
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comes out... As it worked, we were headed out the door when he waded through
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the crowd, back to the now reoccupied spot at the bar, looking kinda
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"confused" by this. I thought to myself..."poetic justice"!!
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Mary, my new lady friend, took my hand, and led me to her car, parked
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down the road from the bar. When she reached across to unlock my door, she
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said "you can drive if you want..", so I switched sides with her, getting
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behind the wheel. As I pulled out onto the rural route, she said "how far
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away is your place?" I said, "well, it's about 107 miles away in Long
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Island"... She suggested a small motel not far away, saying "I'll split the
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room with ya!", so I nodded in-agreement.. On the way, she leaned against me,
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her head on my right shoulder, and her left hand caressing my cock through my
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jeans.. She said "look, it made a nice `wet' spot!"...a drop of pre-cum
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somehow managed to soak through my shorts and into view. I said "he must
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like you a lot for him to do that....", referring to my now "aching" dick,
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which was throbbing back as her finger traced a series of circles on the tip
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of it.. Pretty soon, we were "kissing hard" as we drove..my eyes barely on
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the winding and rather narrow road. I wanted Mary very, very "bad" by
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the time we got to the motel, and I could smell the faint scent of her excited
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cunt in the car, before we got out..
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The clerk was "amused" by our Mr. & Mrs. Smith registry, and the fact
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there wasn't any luggage....`but this didn't mean he was too proud to take our
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money for a room. He gave us one that was "furthest" from the office, and
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we didn't even bother to drive there....but instead just locked Mary's car,
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and ran to the room, like a couple of school kids going to "play doctor" in
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the bushes. In my nervous anticipation of making love in a few moments, it
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was awfully difficult to get the key into the lock, and open the door,
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especially with Mary's insistent `tongue' reaming my ear, and her biting my
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neck.. Finally, we were "in"..
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We slammed the door, and were on the bed in less than a second, tearing
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each-other's clothes off, kissing like we weren't going to have another chance
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at "sex" for the rest of our lives. When I was down to my shorts and socks,
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and she had only her pink silk panties on, I just wanted to look at her
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"perfection" before devouring her. She helped me pull my shorts off, and then
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my socks. I said "Mary, let me touch and lick every inch of you first!!", and
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she said "babe, I want that boner IN ME too badly to wait any longer.." I
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somehow managed to slow her down enough to get part of what I wanted, before I
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pulled her magnificently toned body to mine, and let my dick sink into her now
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"soaking wet" cunt. We immediately started into a dance as-if we'd done it a
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million times together, her legs riding my lower back, feet locked around me,
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pulling my ass into her as I rocked into her gyrating pelvis.. The smell of
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her skin and her smooth skin were so "intoxicating" that I nearly "pinched"
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myself just to see if this was another one of my rather detailed "wet dreams"
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that'd happen when I hadn't had pussy in awhile. Each time my dick "bottomed"
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into the depths of he r cunt, Mary'd "whimper" into my neck, and push back at
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me harder. Our tempo slowly built, in-spite of our excitement....and though
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the silky velvety and "hot" pussy clenching my dick seemed to have me right on
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the edge of "blowing my load" into her....she kept the same pace as me, as our
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breathing now was just "gasps" punctuated by "aaaahhhh", "aaahhhhh",
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"oooohhhhh", "uunnnhhhhh" ....as we climbed the pinnacle of orgasm together.
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Finally, when her body broke into "little convulsions" and she was uttering
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little "ohhhh"'s....flinging her hips upwards into my now jackhammering dick,
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I couldn't hold it anymore. I groaned "AHHHHRRRGGGGHH" as I blasted my sperm
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into her frantically gyrating belly....feeling the thick pulsings as my seed
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blew "deep" into Mary's hungry cunt. "OHHH FUUUCCCKK MEEEEE", she screams, as
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I continue to lunge in and out of her milking, orgasming pussy. I kept moving
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inside of her until we seemed to be going over the top together again, her
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face seeming to say "cmon, lover....give it to me again", as I kept moving
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inside her. Within minutes, we were panting and "grunting" the goodness of
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another incredible orgasm, into the night...and we "fell asleep" locked
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together, my cock still semi-hard inside of her now over-flowing snatch..
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Our sleep didn't last very long. We'd made love again three more times,
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and switched to "69" to suck-off the juices we'd created on and inside each-
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other. Her cunt smelled "terrific", the strong hormonal smell of female
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lubrication, and male seminal fluid.. I ate Mary's cunt as if it were my
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"last meal", trying hard to stay away from her now "overly sensitive" clit.
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The last orgasm we had drained us so completely, that we slept till about
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11:00 a.m., awakened by the squeaking of the wheels on the maid's cart, and
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the sound of her vacuum cleaner next door..
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In the light of day, Mary's "pixiesh" features, her upturned nose, and
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short brown hair....seemed to endear her to me as we looked into each-other's
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souls.. I said "hey, why don't we try to do this more often", and she
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replied: "I don't think my husband would like that very much, I'm afraid"..
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Though I felt "crushed" and "let down", I guess that in our hurry to make
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love, I'd not really looked at her wedding band very hard....thinking a lot of
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women use them to keep men away.. I asked her "aren't you going to be in a
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lot of trouble...coming home so late, with afterglow all over you??" She
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informed me that, "no, he's `too drunk' to care anymore..." I really felt sad
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for her.
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On the way over to my sister's, to get my rental car, we held hands, but
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didn't talk much. She would just look over at me, squeeze my fingers tightly,
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and that pretty much said everything.. When we pulled-up in the gravel
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driveway there, she braked, and leaned-over to kiss me "good-bye" before I got
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out. We kissed so passionately, and I could feel the salty tears running down
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her face, onto mine. It felt good and "bad" at the same time...part of me
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happy that we'd made love, the other part wishing I'd never met her.. When
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the sobs had subsided, I said "hey, I gotta go....", noticing my eyes weren't
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exactly dry anymore.. She backed-out of the curving drive, and gave me a
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little wave before she drove off. I didn't think I'd ever see her again.
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I was "wrong"..
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A couple weeks elapsed since I saw her, when my sister called and said
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there was mail for me there in Connecticut. The note Mary attached to my
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letter told my sister that we'd met there, and she didn't have my work or home
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address in Long Island. She said it was "important".
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Driving back to Connecticut, I wondered to myself what possibly could it
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have meant to her to "write" me, and risk the "entanglement" of an `affair'??
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My sister knew me well enough to know that rather than our typical
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"greeting", that I wanted that letter, `first. Once I'd found a place in the
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parlor to open and read it, `sis' left and gave me a few minutes of privacy.
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The letter, written in the neatest penmanship I'd seen, explained to me that
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"since we made love", "I couldn't get you out of my mind, nor my heart,
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dearest lover.." "You've awakened feelings inside of me that I didn't know
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that I'd had...", the letter explained. "No `man' has ever made me feel so-
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much a `woman', or so willing to do anything to please him, as you have."
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`Going on, she says: "I go to sleep thinking of how you kiss me, how you hold
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me, how damned good you feel inside me..." Her work telephone number was
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included, needless to say..
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We began our `affair' a week later, me driving like a madman on the
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Turnpike to be with her, and once driving all the way back to my place on Long
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Island, spending the weekend entwined in each-other's loving embrace. As all
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good things "must end", so did this. Through loving me, she re-
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discovered her love for her husband....having rebuilt her self-esteem enough
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to "win him back" and "wean him" from his own `affair' with the bottle. As a
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fellow `vet', somehow I rationalized away my "sense of guilt" for making love
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to another man's wife by saying "I gave her back to you!"
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--the end!!--
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