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Ethel Windsor awakened slowly and with regret, roused from a delightful, dream-filled sleep by the yipping of Spunky and by the dull ache about her asshole. She had spent half the night fucking, her first sex experience since the death of her husband in a plane crash almost two years ago. A pleasant warmth spread through her as she recalled the delights she had known last night with Lars Petersen, the tall, blond young businessman she had met on a blind date arranged by her next door neighbor, Barbara Coffers. She had even enjoyed ass fucking for the first time, despite the initial pain and the lingering soreness. She would not have done it if Lars had had condoms.
“I shouldn’t have stopped taking the pill two years ago,” she said aloud. “I better renew my prescription today.”
Spunky came bounding into the room, followed by Sue with an armful of books.
“Hi, Mom! You must have forgotten to set your alarm last night.”
“I did, Sue. What time is it? I’ll get up…”
Sue shook her head to toss her long, golden hair over her shoulders, and smiled broadly.
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