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October 16, 2007

Ted: Susan, Driving home

Ohhhhhmmmmaha. Susan drove back to her house through the snow and slush, trying to make her town sound like a zen meditation chant. It sounded more like a Gregorian chant, by some some very backed up monks.

The snow had traffic at a crawl.

She peeled out of her pants, let her coat hide her skin, and started to rub her clit.

It became a game: could she get off before traffic unsnarled? Could she cum again before her car reached the next exit?

Her usual fifteen minute drive became a pleasant hour instead.

Damn, was she ready for Nathan!

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Comments

Susan is a randy tart.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at October 16, 2007 10:35 PM · Permalink

Susan has....issues. I don't like her very much myself and will figure out a way to kill her off eventually. But until then, well, I won't make a sub-cat for her at least...

Posted by: Ted Bronson at October 17, 2007 7:21 PM · Permalink