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Tryst

Yes, my darling, she whispers real low, tenderly egging him on in the shadow as on her ample and generous breasts the lusty man greedily sucks and feasts. Behind the door everything I overhear, the sounds that the lovers make there; blinded by wild rage the idiot barges in and in a tryst I catch and startle them… my unfaithful wife and our day-old baby boy!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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