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In THE WIDOW’S PET, Carol Jeffers is one of those outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a love of perversity lies coiled like a snake, awaiting only the proper stimulus to arouse it. And when the lovely redhead finds herself suddenly widowed, suddenly and irrevocably cut off from the gratifications of the flesh, her secret desires at last come to the fore.
THE WIDOW’S PET-the story of one woman who must come to terms with her own nature .and needs. A novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.
Carol Jeffers spread her legs wide as the hot, wonderful cock drove deep into her cunt, glutting her, cramming her hole full. Her arms and legs were clasped around her husband. He began humping his prick into her tight box, his shaft sliding hotly along the walls of her wet hole. His crotch began pulverizing her clit, and she was jammed higher and higher and higher. The bed under her was quivering and shaking from the impact of the humping and heaving. The springs began squeaking more and more loudly. Someone was whining and whimpering like an animal.
Carol woke up with a jolt from the whining and the shaking of the bed. Groggy with sleep and frustration, she reached for the bedside lamp. Its soft glow spilled over the empty room, the nearly vacant expanse of her king-sized bed. Blearily, she focused her eyes on the source of the whining and shaking. A twinge of sorrow lanced through her, distracting her from the aching hollowness she always felt at the sight of the vacant bed.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.