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As the hot July sun soaked into her skin, Vicky Andrews felt like tearing off her bikini. She wanted to be totally naked, tan all over. But of course that would have shocked the neighbors.
“Darn,” Vicky sighed softly. “I sure am getting some crazy ideas lately.”
It wasn’t just the idea of wanting to lie around stark naked in the back yard. Yesterday Vicky had gotten the hots for the mailman. He was new on her route, a blond hunk, and he’d looked terrific in his uniform.
Vicky felt ashamed of herself. She was a married woman, and she really did love her husband, Don. But they’d been married for seven years now, and their sex life wasn’t as exciting as it used to be. In fact, Vicky thought sadly, it was about as exciting as watching paint dry.
She glanced around to see if anybody was watching, then pressed a hand to her pouting cunt-mound. She had an insane desire to slip her hand down inside her bikini and play with herself. Why, she hadn’t masturbated since she was a teenager!
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