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Beneath the outward serenity of small country towns run the same passions that we find in big cities and sprawling suburbia. Criminal acts are more apparent in the cities, but the same forces that drive urban man to crime are at work in our rural areas. So too are the forces that drive people to the pleasures of the flesh.
The characters in this story are a case in point. Outwardly a respectable farming family, behind closed doors they are sexual libertines, stopping at nothing to satisfy their bodies’ craving. But normal day-to-day life goes on, the farm prospers, everyone is happy. To these people, they feel neither guilt, nor a need to apologize for their actions.
These are everyday people. Responsible. Respectable. Solid citizens of their community. Yet they are people trapped in their flesh, unable, no, unwilling to control their sexual drives as long as no one is hurt by them. They have given themselves over to the pleasurable. But are they really so different from the rest of us?
Entertaining fiction — yes — but a novel that gives added insight into the passions we all must deal with.
“Christ, Greta, after all this time I still can’t believe your tits are so fucking big and beautiful,” Cyril said as he fondled one of her massive breasts and prepared to suck it.
“I’m glad you like my tits, lover. I like the things you do to them,” the big, Germanic-looking blonde sighed as she lay across the rumpled bed.
“Not just your tits. I love all of you — your face, your ass, your cunt, your whole body. I even love to suck your toes. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, and probably the horniest.”
“I know I’m the horniest, Cyril, especially right at this moment. When you finish with my tits, I want to sit on your face again. I never get tired of that.”
“Yes, you beautiful bitch, I know it. I’ll just give these tits a quick sucking and then you can sit on my face. One day you’re going to smother me to death that way, you know.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.