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Pretty eighteen-year-old Debbie Cooper looked despondent. Her best friend and next door neighbor, Cindy Baker, was two years older. Cindy looked concerned when she saw her friend acting down in the mouth.
“What’s wrong, Deb?” she asked over coffee in the kitchen booth. “Have a bad night?”
“I don’t think I slept a wink,” Debbie said wearily. She took a sip of her coffee.
“Not feeling good?” Cindy asked.
“It isn’t that,” her friend replied. “I was horny all night.”
“Oh, I see,” Cindy murmured gently.
“Didn’t get any, huh?”
The girls could talk freely this way. They’d become close friends in a year. Their husbands-Debbie’s Bill and Cindy’s Jeff-worked together in the same factory downtown. The two couples shared a cozy duplex at the end of a quiet, shady street-the Coopers in 280A, the Bakers in 280B. So Debbie and Cindy spent many hours together day after day while their husbands were at work. It wasn’t extraordinary for Cindy to ask if Debbie had gotten fucked the night before.
Debbie heaved a sigh and her jutting young tits strained in the V of her robe. “That’s just it,” she said, “Bill fucked me before he went to sleep.”
Cindy frowned and queried, “Didn’t you get off?”
Debbie heaved another sigh and her cute tits threatened to peek out of her robe. “Yes, I did,” she said. “I came twice before he shot his load. But. . . ohhh, I don’t know, Cindy. I just haven’t been satisfied lately. I mean, it just seems like the same old thing night after night.”
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