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Homeland Security
I watched a soldier's wife
get herself off with wieners from a can
rather flabby , but once she had the real thing
so her imagination automatically works overtime
"Sometimes I do it right beside my sleeping 6-month-old,"
she said a little warily, looking at me with cowering coyness
I helped her re-arrange the pillows
fluffing them extra expertly, then
gave a pinch to one of her nipples
she tossed a pillow at me
I tossed it back
we began tossing them at each other
she smashed one down over my face
and held it there
I felt her all up like a blind man
she flung my hands away
I scrambled up, she was halfway off the bed
I caught her around the waist
pulled her back down again
we rolled over, clutching and half kissing
"Turn the lights off," she mumbled
I did
and could barely control this love-starved adulteress
who climbed the walls
and bellowed my name on every deep thrust
get herself off with wieners from a can
rather flabby , but once she had the real thing
so her imagination automatically works overtime
"Sometimes I do it right beside my sleeping 6-month-old,"
she said a little warily, looking at me with cowering coyness
I helped her re-arrange the pillows
fluffing them extra expertly, then
gave a pinch to one of her nipples
she tossed a pillow at me
I tossed it back
we began tossing them at each other
she smashed one down over my face
and held it there
I felt her all up like a blind man
she flung my hands away
I scrambled up, she was halfway off the bed
I caught her around the waist
pulled her back down again
we rolled over, clutching and half kissing
"Turn the lights off," she mumbled
I did
and could barely control this love-starved adulteress
who climbed the walls
and bellowed my name on every deep thrust
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