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It has been said that nearly every community contains a cross section of Americans within its confines, thereby maintaining an image unique in this country today. Every town has its doctors and lawyers, its coaches and teachers, and its clerks and carpenters, and each individual has in turn been touched to some extent by emotions common to all men — greed, lust, envy, and distress.
THE NEIGHBORHOOD NYMPHO is a story of everyday, responsible people whose lives are wrought with common frailties; people who seek pleasure, profit, expediency; people not unlike those who may live in your town or your neighborhood. Respectable citizens — yes, but not without the foibles and weaknesses seen every day in nearly every city.
This story provides a unique insight into those emotions with which we all must live, a look at America at the grass-roots level.
Tammy Palmer was walking slowly up the path to her home, a dejected look on her beautiful young face. She was wearing fashionable skin-tight jeans that showed off the delicious curves of her ripe ass, and spike heels that accentuated her long legs. Her maroon sweater was stretched tightly over her big tits, and the low V-neck allowed just enough of the bulging tit mounds to be visible. As usual, the eighteen-year-old girl wasn’t wearing a bra, and her firm tits wobbled enticingly as she walked. Her golden hair hung loosely around her face, shining brightly in the sun.
After an hour and a half of trying to sell engraved goblets for her school club, the teenager had worked the condominium complex where she lived in a large circle and was almost back to her own home. She had only made a few sales and, as she rang the bell of the last condo, she hoped for one more sale so she could go home on a positive note.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.