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Warning: This is a VERY taboo, 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.
***** And now here she was, alone in bed and damn near wishing she had one of those eighteen-year-old horny studs in bed with her. She would let him do more than look. I'd make him wear his sonofabitchin' tongue off on 'em, Mary thought. The obscene idea made her really blush. She was just glad that Walt couldn't read her mind from the kitchen. Lordy, he'd…mehr

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Warning: This is a VERY taboo, 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.

*****
And now here she was, alone in bed and damn near wishing she had one of those eighteen-year-old horny studs in bed with her. She would let him do more than look. I'd make him wear his sonofabitchin' tongue off on 'em, Mary thought.
The obscene idea made her really blush. She was just glad that Walt couldn't read her mind from the kitchen. Lordy, he'd come in and tan my fanny with a fly swatter for being such a greedy slut, Mary laughed.
"Hey, honey!"
It was Walt, yelling at her from the kitchen, and she knew why.
"The scraper is in the cabinet!" she yelled back. "And don't get your hand burned again!"
That took care of him for a bit, and she knew that if she waited long enough he would come back into the bedroom to kiss her good-bye... and maybe, just maybe.
To keep her fine edge of horny interest aglow, Mary substituted her hand for the pillow and began to gently rub the pouting lips of her pussy. She did it under the sheet, so that if he came suddenly back in he wouldn't notice anything. She certainly had no interest in letting her husband see her playing with herself, knowing how oddly strait-laced he could be at times.