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It was a blistering hot June night—so hot in fact that after two solid hours of restless tossing and turning, of trying hopelessly to get some sleep, Gwen Foster finally gave up the effort.
She rose from the tangled heap of her big lonely bed and peeled out of her sweaty nightgown, at last facing up to a decision that had been building up within her for days.
Then, totally nude, she slipped out of her room and glided down the dark, silent upstairs hall.
I’m going to do it, she thought.
A quiver of pure anticipation rippled throughout her voluptuous body. She could actually feel her pussy dripping with lust, boiling up in a juicy froth that she’d denied for too long. Now, with that creamy uninhibited sensation rushing over her and sweeping the last twinge of resistance away, she couldn’t avoid it another moment.
I’m going to do it. Oh God, I’m really going to do it!
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