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Outwardly, suburbia maintains the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol running from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, inevitably, there is the advent of wife-swapping. All in the spirit of good, clean fun. But where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another — and another — to what? When children set as the pattern of their own lifestyle what is already the norm at home?
This is the story of one American family, the Porters. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, to them it is the norm.
And outside their lives go on. Business and its daily conflicts. School and its trials and triumphs.
HOTTER THAN DAUGHTER — a shocking story of a family whose goal is pleasure, and whose lifestyle reflects that goal. A story with a message for our changing world.
The harsh ring of the alarm clock awakened Erika from one of the most exciting and lewd dreams she’d ever experienced. Keith Robinson, her boss, had been sliding his thick middle finger in and out of her slippery wet cunt while she skimmed his thick foreskin up and down over his hard throbbing cock. In her dream, Keith Robinson had been hung like a fucking bull, and his big dome-shaped cockhead was about to enter the hot wetness of her dripping cunt when the alarm sounded.
Half awake, Erika tried to keep the dream alive, wanting to feel the entry of his cock, but the persistent ringing of the alarm made it impossible. Reaching to turn off the clanging bell, Erika realized that her fingers were drenched with pussy juice. The beautiful woman had obviously been masturbating in her sleep.
Erika couldn’t understand why she’d dreamed about Keith Robinson. She’d been working part time at the fountain in his drug store for the last few months, but there had never been any sign of intimacy between them. He was a rather handsome man in his late forties with a thick head of hair that had turned a distinguished grey at the temples. As a married man who was very much respected in the community, Keith Robinson had never made the slightest advance toward Erika and she couldn’t understand why he’d been in her obscene dream.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number GE-1019 in the original publications (a duplicate).