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In THE PREACHER’S FAMILY, Reverend Frank Lewis is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. And so are Vicky Baxter and her teenage son and daughter. The same can be said for Reverend Lewis’ daughter. But within all of them lies a powerful urge to gratify the senses, to wallow in the flesh of others. This urge lies coiled like a snake waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
THE PREACHER’S FAMILY — a shocking novel about a society that often ignores some of its most important problems.
Jill Baxter, a pretty girl with shoulder-length brown hair, was slouched in a deep cushioned chair, her slim tanned legs spread out on the floor. Staring off into space, her index finger was absently tracing circles around her dimpled navel, punctuating her lovely flat stomach that was so deliciously exposed between her cut-off hip-huggers and her amply filled halter. Jill Baxter was a picture of innocent beauty, but her hot cunt was dripping with juices of passion. Her cunt had been aflame with excitement since the conversation with her friend, Betty, earlier that day. Although neither girl had ever had any real sexual experiences, sex was always their main subject of conversation, but this afternoon’s conversation had been something different.
Betty had told her about a really wild thing that had happened to her during a recent trip to her aunt and uncle’s home.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only. Note: This story is the same as catalog number TB-1033 in the original publications (a duplicate).