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In BOY-LOVING WIDOW, Grace Walker is a woman whose normal drive for sex has been frustrated by the death of her husband, and who has since been unable to find an outlet for her normal sexual needs. She finally finds an outlet in the various teenage boys she meets in her daily routine. What begins innocently enough ends in a free-wheeling orgy, no holds barred.
One scorching August afternoon Grace Walker, a forty-year-old widow, lay naked on her bed. She tossed and turned restlessly, unable to drift into the nap she’d planned. It wasn’t just the heat that was bothering her. Grace felt so achingly horny, she could have screamed.
Her husband Norman had died of a heart attack six months ago, and up to now Grace had been able to ignore her need for a man. But the past week had been sheer hell. Her starved pussy seemed to be wet and swollen and hot all the time, and she couldn’t blot out the delicious memory of Norman’s lovemaking. Clearly she was overdue for a rousing good fuck-but at her age, where could she find a man?
“Oh, damn it all,” Grace moaned.
She jumped out of bed and marched over to the dresser mirror. She gave her naked body an unrelenting inspection. She had to know if it was still good enough to attract men. What Grace saw in the mirror was a tall leggy brunette with thick glossy shoulder-length hair and a fantastic figure. The sight was very reassuring.
Grace studied her good long legs, pert round ass, and small firm waist. She examined her slim but curvy hips and the small triangular patch of glossy brown curls that formed her muff. She knew her best feature was her large thrusting breasts. They were about the size and shape of cantaloupes and were capped with dainty rose-brown nipples.
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