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Mary Power looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror, saw her firm, full tits, saw her plain black nylon panties, her only remaining garment, made one final try to overcome temptation–and failed. Pushing her panties down quickly, she turned and went to open the door.
Mary knew it made no sense talking to her dog about her problems, but there was nobody else, had not been since her husband left almost a year ago. Even when he’d been around, there hadn’t really been anyone to talk to. He’d had his beer and television and that was enough. The most intelligent sounds she’d heard out of him in the last couple years of their marriage were his seemingly unending beer farts.
Even when he’d gotten around to sex, it was no good. He liked to feel her up a little, until she began to get nice and horny, then he would give her his cock to suck. If she got it in her cunt two or three times a year, she had felt fortunate; otherwise it was suck, suck, suck.
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