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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.
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Brad Kirkwood, Frank and Nora's teenage son, was sitting in the morning sun on Cindy Reynolds' patio. Cindy was a beautiful girl with long blonde hair who lived alone with her widowed mother, Margaret Reynolds. Brad, who had been going steady with Cindy for about six months, had come over to help them decorate the patio and garden for a party Mrs.…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.

*****

Brad Kirkwood, Frank and Nora's teenage son, was sitting in the morning sun on Cindy Reynolds' patio. Cindy was a beautiful girl with long blonde hair who lived alone with her widowed mother, Margaret Reynolds. Brad, who had been going steady with Cindy for about six months, had come over to help them decorate the patio and garden for a party Mrs. Reynolds was giving that evening in honor of the Dentons, a new couple that had recently moved into the neighborhood. Brad was settled comfortably in a lounge chair wearing only a pair of cutoff denims that exposed his tan, muscular body. Cindy was sitting on the ground beside him with her hand draped casually across his legs. As Margaret Reynolds discussed the decorating plans, she couldn't help but admire the couple with their deeply tanned bodies, but the exciting contrast was Brad's wavy dark hair and soft brown eyes against Cindy's deep-blue eyes and long blonde hair. They were a beautiful, healthy couple. Margaret liked the boy very much and enjoyed his company. Brad had spent most of his free time around her home since he had started going with her daughter. Noticing Cindy's nipples pressing so saucily out against the soft material of her low-cut halter, she wondered if perhaps Cindy might dress a too boldly. For some unknown reason, she wondered if Brad ever fooled around with her daughter's firm round tits. Her mind raced on to the thought that they possibly had fucked, and a wicked tingle whispered through her cunt as she momentarily pictured the couple locked together in a passionate screw.