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She made sure her mother’s phone ithin easy reach then paused in the doorway in case she had any last requests before Sa Her mother did not discover any sudden needs for water or tea
Sam tiptoed carefully from the room
She grabbed her bag of books out of the trunk then hurried up the stairs to the finished rooe It had been her father’s haven when she’d been growing up, soen-laden athters Even their dogs had been girls, theirto clean up after aanted to mark his territory
Fishing poles were lined neatly in racks against one dark-paneled wall, ranging fro and whippy for different conditions and types of fish Hand-tied lures studded canvas-covered boards, organized according to some system that had been known only to her father A worktable sat beneath the boards, the bench pushed under it The hooks, strings and bits of feather and fur used to craft the lures were stowed neatly in boxes under the bench
Herit for the swa with hurricane rescue and relief efforts That illness had rapidly escalated to the pneuet rid of the fishing gear that had meant so much to him
Sam dusted the rods, reels and lures occasionally, if only because the workshop was her space now and she wanted it to be clean The only other reminder of her father’s hobby was the small black vise mounted on the end of the table The rest of the table had been given over to her escape hobbies—piles of books and skeins and balls of yarn
She cleared a space on the table and set her newest bag of books down Taking the heavy, leather-bound volume with her, she crossed to the beat-up brown recliner that faced an old portable color TV It was so old it still had independent dials for adjusting UHF and VHF stations
Unzipping her jeans, she pushed them and her wet panties down around her ankles Rather than sitting in the recliner, she straddled one of the arainst her swollen pussy
She ainst the back of the recliner The pressure felt so good But it wasn’t enough
Slowly she began rocking back and forth, rolling her spread lips against the leather padding, pressing the recliner’s arm deeper between her lips But no o as deep as she wanted It couldn’t slide inside her
She whiers slid inside her with no resistance, she was so wide open and ready Her inner ers and she stroked the hot, alls of her vagina, her fingers quickly growing sticky with her body’s lubricant
It still wasn’t enough Struggling one-handed, she opened the book It fell open on a picture of the woman seated at the end of what looked like a padded sawhorse, her legs spread wide and tied to the supports while her body bowed backward to where her arms were tied to the supports at the other end The man held her by the hips and thrust his cock deep into her open pussy as she screamed in ecstasy
Sae of the recliner’s ar the wole of her hips changed, her fingers slid deeper inside She pu thedeep with every stroke Her thu across the sensitive flesh at the end of each stroke, pressing as hard as she iainst her as he thrust deep inside her
An agonized whimper built deep in her throat and her hand moved faster, harder
“Please,” she begged her iinary lover “Please”