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Kitty Farraday awoke with a joyfully light feeling, the brilliant sun shining in the window of her Malibu beach house and waking her like a playful friend. She felt wonderful as she stretched her firm lithe body beneath the soft quilt, and felt a delightful tingling feeling playing between her firmly curved thighs. God! She wondered when she’d fall in love again, wondered when the man who could fulfill that powerful longing in her body would appear in divorced Mel-their sex life had diminished to nothing, and living under the same roof together had grown hellish. Yes, she felt fine about the divorce-only with this lazily warm California winter weather, she had been rather preoccupied with sex lately. But the beautiful divorcee didn’t really mind that, for when the right lover came along again, then her orgasms would be all the more lusty and overwhelming than she had known with Mel for years.
Kitty shrugged and all of the soft quilt fell away from her opulently contoured body, revealing, besides the ripe fullness of her lust-inciting breasts, her nicely rounded belly, the tiniest of waists, flawlessly tanned skin except for the white bands where her bikini had been, and just the hint of soft blonde pubic hair at the center of her loins. She had the palest of pale blonde hair, but a soft and lustrous skin that never burned, only grew more and more richly tanned each day she lay on the beach in front of her house in the sun. And her figure was just as youthful and sensual as the day she had married Mel, in spite of the fact that she was now thirty-five and had a teenage son and daughter.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.