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Cheryl Morgan, a petite blonde of twenty-five, was a stunningly beautiful young woman. She had a nice hard-working husband and two healthy, attractive children. They had a nice house in the suburbs, two cars, and every material thing a young couple could want. It bothered Cheryl very much that she felt restless and disconcerted.
She didn’t figure out what was causing that restlessness until she went to visit her sister Amy in Los Angeles. It all happened very simply and unexpectedly. Passing an open bedroom door, Cheryl caught sight of Amy and her husband Larry fucking.
Cheryl felt as if she’d been struck by lightning. She reddened, gasped for breath, and couldn’t move. Sex was a very private thing for her, and she would never have dreamed of watching another couple doing it-yet she was somehow rooted to the spot, unable to take her eyes off the writhing, moaning couple on the king-size bed.
Amy and Larry didn’t notice her. Half-undressed, they were kissing and pawing each other like animals in heat. As Cheryl watched in helpless fascination, Larry tore at Amy’s blouse and bra and finally wrenched them off. Her tits were small, the size of apples, and her dainty red nipples were stiff with arousal. Larry leaned over her to lick and kiss her high-riding tits.
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