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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!

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