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It seems very much a truism that people are basically creatures of habit, that they cling stubbornly to ingrained patterns and beliefs rather than explore unfamiliar ground. Very often a cataclysmic event is the only means of prying a person loose from a cherished behavior pattern or belief.
Witness that long-time opponent of socialized medicine who, upon the discovery that his daughter is critically ill with cancer, suddenly reverses his position. Or the cynic who shunned his fellow man who suddenly finds himself giving aid and succor to beleaguered fellow survivors of an air crash.
Joanne Hickman is a woman of definite beliefs, a woman who clings to traditional patterns and standards. It is only when she discovers relatively shocking incident in her home that she is willing to change her frigid ways and attempt to extract the most from her life.
TEACHER’S NAUGHTY WIFE — the story of a woman suddenly placed in trying and unusual circumstances. And how would someone else react? A timely question — one we would do well to heed.
Joanne threw back the cover but she didn’t get up. She lay on the bed, stretching, purring from the middle of her throat, and her tits moved softly under the clinging bodice of her nightgown. She brushed hair back from her sleepy eyes, and looked up at her husband Tom, who was just coming out of the bathroom. All he had on were his shorts, and they were snug, tight-fitting shorts that really played up the bulge of his cock and balls. Joanne kept on purring and slinked one arm toward him, her finger crooked in invitation. “Come here, big stuff,” she said in her most sultry voice. “Come here and give me what I didn’t get last night.”
“Oh, Christ, Joanie,” Tom said. “Is that all you ever think about? I mean, is that the only thing on your mind?”
Joanne raised herself on one elbow. The shoulder strap of her nightgown slipped and her left tit came oozing out, free, the nipple stiff and red. She looked down at the aroused nip, and she cooed, touching herself with thumb and index finger. Tom was watching. She could feel his eyes upon her, almost as strongly as she could feel the fluidy back and forth roll of her fingers on her nip. She squeezed until a moan oozed from her lips, and she looked up at him.
“Interested?” she said.
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