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Minna shivered, feeling goose-pimples break out all over her body. She rubbed her upper arms briskly, shrugging her head into her narrow shoulders. Minna knew she shouldn't be thinking of things like that. She'd given up all thoughts of sex when Doug had been killed in that awful auto accident three years ago. She vowed then to devote all her time and energy to raising her daughter Tina and her son Jack.
But now she began wondering if that was possible. She had started having those dreams lately, those horrible dreams of someone holding her down and fucking her. She usually woke up, a scream exploding in her throat. It was then, sitting up alone in the middle of the night, when Minna wished there were a man there to hold her, to fuck her.
She thought of her daughter, of her son, and felt her heart sinking again. How could she explain it to them? Minna pushed away from the sofa, feeling her mind reeling about. She had been very strict with both children, making sure they had received a good, moral upbringing. How could she bring men into her bedroom and fuck them without her children knowing?
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Minna shivered, feeling goose-pimples break out all over her body. She rubbed her upper arms briskly, shrugging her head into her narrow shoulders. Minna knew she shouldn't be thinking of things like that. She'd given up all thoughts of sex when Doug had been killed in that awful auto accident three years ago. She vowed then to devote all her time and energy to raising her daughter Tina and her son Jack.
But now she began wondering if that was possible. She had started having those dreams lately, those horrible dreams of someone holding her down and fucking her. She usually woke up, a scream exploding in her throat. It was then, sitting up alone in the middle of the night, when Minna wished there were a man there to hold her, to fuck her.
She thought of her daughter, of her son, and felt her heart sinking again. How could she explain it to them? Minna pushed away from the sofa, feeling her mind reeling about. She had been very strict with both children, making sure they had received a good, moral upbringing. How could she bring men into her bedroom and fuck them without her children knowing?