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Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.
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"I'm so lonely!" Margaret wailed. The stacked, thirty-seven-year-old brunette broke into tears as she sat on the psychologist's couch, sobbing so miserably that her huge tits swayed pendulously under her tight, black dress. "I just can't get over him! I'm lonely all the time."
"Your husband died three months ago, Mrs. Goddard," the psychologist said softly. "You have to accept the fact that he won't be coming back.'
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"I'm so lonely!" Margaret wailed. The stacked, thirty-seven-year-old brunette broke into tears as she sat on the psychologist's couch, sobbing so miserably that her huge tits swayed pendulously under her tight, black dress. "I just can't get over him! I'm lonely all the time."
"Your husband died three months ago, Mrs. Goddard," the psychologist said softly. "You have to accept the fact that he won't be coming back.'