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Something to Think About
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Something to Think About She walked across the floor, carrying her shopping bags, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors. He sat in the chair, reading his magazine. He pretended not to notice her. His wife was hot, but also, he had learned over the years, a little high maintenance. She was frustrated by his lack of attention. It wasn't that he was inattentive, but shopping gave her a rush. It made her horny. She wanted his attention. She went into the bedroom, set the bags on the bed. She reached under her dress, pulled her thong down, stepped out of it. She reached behind, unhooked her bra. "I might was well go for it", she thought to herself, pulling her arms out of the straps, and setting her bra on the bed. She went back out to the kitchen. He watched her intently, but pretended not to. She went to the cupboard, reached high, took out a glass. Her dress rode up the back of her thighs. She could feel the coolness of the air conditioning on her sex. She knew she was exposed. She began to moisten. She went to the refrigerator, pressed the glass against the lever. Ice came out. She repeated the process with the water. She took a sip, turned, set the glass on the island. She went back to the fridge, opened the door, bent over to look in the bottom drawer. It was her turn to pretend. She pretended to look for something. Her intent, however, was to give him a view of her backside, including her vagina. She drew a heavy sigh. "How long did she have to keep up this charade?", she thought. She went to the other side of the island, sat down on one of the stools. She pulled the straps of her dress down, exposing her shoulders and her breasts. She realized that her water glass was on the other side of the island. She hiked the back of her dress up, arched her back, leaned forward, retrieved her glass. Her pussy and asshole were now exposed to him. This is what she wanted. He put his magazine down. It was obvious she wanted him. His fingers. His mouth. His penis. He was already erect. He stood up, approached her from behind. She heard him come to her. She smiled, and arched her back a little more.  |
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