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Most of us have had those flighty moments when we became particularly envious of another individual for one reason or another. We’ve all been envious of the multi-millionaire and the vast financial empire he has built. Men have long envied the ability and star status of professional athletes. We look upon the wealth, success, and glamour of actors and actresses with a certain tinge of jealousy.
But our envies and jealousies can become more basic, more personal, as it does with Camille Dusseaux, an energetic, attractive young Cajun girl in the Louisiana bayou country. Living in the shadow of an equally attractive sister-in-law, a woman whose reputation commands jealousy from most women in the community, Camille finds herself almost overwhelmed with a pressing envy. So pressing, she forces herself upon a sometimes degrading, if not painful course in a search for resolution.
WARMING UP FOR BROTHER — an entertain big work of fiction dealing with some very real and basic values, a novel outlining the paths some people will take to overcome the flaws of society.
Nichole’s thrusting young tits bounced invitingly as she slipped out toward the bayou and climbed aboard the fishing boat. She glanced back at the lights at her home to make sure that her father had not stepped outside to check his boat’s readiness for the morning trip out into the Gulf.
“My folks would kill us both if they knew I was with you,” she said.
“So why are you risking meeting me like this?” John asked, admiring her lithe form. John liked these Cajun girls because of their saucy tits, because of their fun, pert asses. His eyes glowed as he looked down at the dark-haired girl who was risking her parent’s wrath to meet him out here along the bayou.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Nichole pondered. “Maybe I just wanted to do something wicked.” She took his arm as he climbed onto the boat after her and pressed one of her luscious tits against him. She was doing it again — teasing him with her tits, rubbing them against him. Maybe she didn’t really know what they were for yet, but he’d sure the hell teach her. He was going to get his aching hands on those delicious globes. John was panting with the thought as he led her into the cabin end sat beside her on one of the bunks.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number GE-1043 in the original publications (a duplicate).