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It was a warm summer evening and Adam and Joyce Pritchard were giving a small party for a group of friends. Adam was a successful businessman in his early forties, and his wife, Joyce, was an exceptionally attractive woman in her mid-thirties with a youthful figure and large smoky-gray eyes that gazed out sensually from beneath her dark bangs. She and Adam were the parents of a beautiful teenaged blonde daughter named Brenda.
Mingling with the guests as the party progressed, Joyce was strangely attracted to Peter Cranford, a handsome new neighbor with a sprinkling of silver in his thick dark hair. He seemed to be a rather quiet man, but he had an expression in his eyes that made her think of fucking. Being an extremely horny woman who enjoyed an occasional affair on the side, Joyce kept wondering how the man was hung.
Later in the evening, when Joyce had been drinking heavily, she was in an exceptionally sexy mood as she and Peter were dancing to a slow record. There was a warmth and firmness about his hand on her backless dress that strangely excited her. When he drew her closer to him, Joyce thought she could feel a slight bulge in his crotch.
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