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Like the idea. Not sure if every woman could pull this off, but she sure does. I'd like to oil her up from that bald head to her bare feet.
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She greeted him at the door naked, a champagne glass in hand and a bacchanal raging behind her. “Burgess, dahling!” she cried. One thing led to another...
“And then, just before the petite mort, she whispers in my ear, ‘Don’t come inside me, Burgess dahling—I’m engaged to Jock Whitney!’ ”
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