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Bored wifeIn the living room people were dancing to the slow, quiet music Betsy had heard before. George with Laura, Tom and little Doris. Colby, who was draining a glass, saw them, and after swallowing hard, called, "How long does it take to pee?" It sounded like "bee". Amused, Betsy decided he was drunk. A silly ass, this Colby, grinning like a jack-o-lantern. And Laura cried, "The john's free at last. Me having to piss a gallon!" She broke from George and ran off to the bedroom hall. The music had ended. Doris scuttled from Tom and scrunched into a corner of one of the couches, primly tugging her skirt down over her knees, reminding Betsy of a girl who had nerved herself up to a duty dance, and now breathed a sigh of relief that it was over. Tom caught Betsy's eye, his look inquiring. Winking toward Vera, she nodded. He grinned, apparently pleased. She saw the knob of his cock pushing out at his pants, forming a tent. From dancing with Doris! And once again she felt a stab of jealousy. She slipped from Vera over to Tom and whispered hoarsely, "Tom, I've got to. I need it inside me." He put an arm about her and turned her from the group, saying, low-voiced, "Look, we're breaking ice. Warming them up ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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