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Psychologists invariably agree that people are products of their environments. That does not mean, however, that all the people living in a certain area or making up a particular social class will all be alike. Also, it does not necessarily follow that all the children from any one particular family will turn out to have the same personalities or interests or even that any of them will grow to have the values of their parents.
Everyone knows of families where the personalities of the children are wildly different from each other or their parents. Some children seem to build their personalities by copying the actions and attitudes of their parents while others build theirs through rebellion against taught or accepted values and modes of behavior.
The Dawson family in EAGER NAKED FAMILY is a case in point. Two of the children, the sons, have adopted their parents’ prudish attitudes toward sex and their strict, contained patterns of behavior. The daughter, however, has seen more of the world and has learned that what she had been taught by her parents is not a true reflection of the world’s reality. She rebels, but in a quiet sort of way, working on her family, one by one, drawn in by them singly to her point of view.
EAGER NAKED FAMILY — the story of how one anachronistic family reacts when confronted with the pressures of today’s world.
On a hot June day Terry Dawson lay naked on her bed. She was tossing and turning restlessly, but not from the heat. Home for summer vacation, the attractive coed wondered how she could survive three long months without sex.
Her family didn’t know it, but Terry wasn’t a virgin any more. Her first year of college had changed her in a lot of ways. She had a steady boyfriend named Duane, and they fucked like bunnies. Thinking about Duane right now, Terry moaned with frustration. She needed Duane and his big hard cock.
The slim brunette idly fondled her apple-sized tits, stroking the strawberry-colored nipples till they went erect and tingling. She just loved it when Duane played with her tits. But it would be September before she saw him again, and if she wanted her tits fondled, she’d have to do it herself.
“Duane, dammit,” Terry murmured, “I wish you were here.”
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