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smoothly pointed stump.
"Mr. Satisfaction?" she said, reading out loud the tattoo running up his forearm, "Why youre nothing but a slimy little freak!"
The carnie held up his arm for her to see and said, "Twenty years from now, when you cant feel your husbands dick anymore because your pissy little cunts gotten all sloppy from having one too many babies, youll wish youd gotten to know me better! Fuckin doesnt get any better than this and if your mother saw this arm, shed be crawlin all over me!"
I remembered the red-faced girl hustling away. I remembered wondering how many loose pussies hed really had his scrawny little forearm up rammed up, I remembered noticing his powerful left bicep and I realized the image of that got me just as wet as it did twenty years ago. I hadnt the courage to get to know Mr. Satisfaction either, but I did have a husband with an even thicker hand and I was ready for it! At that exact second, he moaned suddenly and I felt hot semen squishing between my fingers. I didnt know whether I was more disappointed that he stopped or relieved that he did.
When Dougs breathing returned to normal, he cleared his throat softly and whispered, "You really thought I was going to try to fist you, didnt you?" My silent blush gave him his answer. "You silly woman, if through some miracle my hand had gone in, it would have ruined you for life!" he continued.
My pulse was still quick and the blood pounded up the back of neck. I accepted that my mind was hopelessly addicted to the thrill of putting my body through some dirty new adventure, but letting him shut out my opportunity to achieve that last fantasy was more than I could bear. Dougs rule always was, "If it feels good, its not perverted!" What I craved might have turned out to be perverted, but I needed to find that out for myself!
To ensure another opportunity, I blurted out, "On the contrary, I survived several internal exams by Dr. Loo, that pediatrician who delivered Michael twenty years ago and was neither excited nor in love with him."
When he sleepily said, "Perhaps another time then," my heart skipped a beat!
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The sun shone softly onto my face. Pulling the sheets over my head did little to shield my eyes. The clock beside me read 8:15 but I wanted to sleep more. Creaking steps from across the hall told me Louise was up and about, so I begrudgingly flipped off my covers, donned my robe and followed her downstairs. We drank coffee and chattered for three quarters of an hour or better until Doug sauntered into the kitchen. He was clean-shaven, dressed and said he was "ready to rip".
During breakfast, Louise spoke of additional alterations her architect had suggested for the house. She pointed to a door on the back wall of the kitchen and explained she wanted to convert the old back
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porch into a nice solarium and sun deck. She led us downstairs after breakfast and showed us how she planned to make half the basement into an exercise and games room, enclose the furnace and water heater, and use the other side for storage and a workshop.
Under the stairs was an antique Simplicity wringer washer, still hooked up. Horrified, Doug yanked the plug and told Louise it was a miracle it hadnt shorted out and burned down the house!
Louise plugged it back in and said, "Ill have you know its in fine working condition." She flicked it on and sure enough, the wringer spun and the agitator rotated to and fro.
Doug stood mesmerized, staring at the agitators gyrations and then whispered to me, "Ill bet if you lube up that knurled knob at the top of the agitator with KY jelly, climb up on the tub and press your pussy down against the knob then turn it on, itll give you a better ride than those mechanical bulls we saw in Texas!" That got him a good punch in the shoulder for being so gross.
Louise continued her tour and led us upstairs to the attic. Her houses high Mansard roof housed a large open loft. In the center of each roof side was a large six-foot by six-foot window with a little peak over top. Every window gave a fantastic view of the village. To the west, east and south, there were mature trees, quiet streets and stately homes, but to the north was a breathtaking panorama of the Lac St. Franciose.
She pulled some architectural drawings out and showed us plans for an additional apartment. The open-concept design showed a glass corner shower and toilet stall backing against the large chimney in the center of the apartment. A small dining room table sat next to the west window. Storage closets were wrapped around the southwest corner over to the stairwell. Chests of drawers flanked a corner clothes closet in the northeast corner. The king size beds headboard sat between two support posts and its foot faced the north window. A matching corner clothes closet and bureaus theme wrapped around the northwest corner. A three-seat recliner sofa by the chimney faced the beautiful west window, while an entertainment center and kitchenette wrapped around the southwest corner, back to the south window.
Louises dark eyes searched back and forth between us for answers after she blurted out, "Do you think a couple like you two would be comfortable in an apartment like this?"
Doug walked over to the north window once more, stared out for the longest time and then muttered, "Theres no sailboats." I didnt know what to say but after considerable silence, Doug turned and began: "The truth is, Laura has had a really rough time since your move here, Louise. She lives in a private world much of the time, daydreaming, presumably of you. Ive kept my petty jealousies under control because Laura frequently reflects back the sexual
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