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Peggy Baxter was filled with pride as she sat watching her beautiful teenaged daughter waiting for her date to pick her up. Sherry Baxter was an extremely animated girl with expressive blue eyes and silky blonde hair that fell far below her shoulders. As Sherry moved restlessly around the room, Peggy couldn’t help but notice how the youngster’s narrow waist seemed to emphasize the soft roundness of her hips and the generous size of her big firm tits.
Staring at the lovely girl, Peggy hoped that Sherry’s future would be more fulfilling than her own. Not that Peggy had a bad life, but she had a constant nagging feeling that somehow, someway, there was something missing. Her husband, Fred Baxter, was a handsome man and an exceptionally good provider, yet Peggy wanted something more, and she didn’t know what it was. She supposed their sex life was as normal as anyone else’s, but it wasn’t quite what she wanted.
She always anticipated that something sensational would happen when they fucked, but when it was over and Fred had fallen asleep, she always felt empty and frustrated. She never experienced the flashing lights and bells with her orgasms that so many writers had described, and she had finally decided that the mind-blowing climaxes she’d read about were only in the authors’ imaginations. Still, she realized what a fine man her husband was, and she had Sherry and her son, Chuck. The woman knew she should be contented and happy, yet she wasn’t.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.