While waiting for the divorce from her husband to become final, having Mark taken up with a much younger woman, one young enough to be the daughter he never had, Erin Clarke devoted her time to her youngest son, Alan, rather than that of her own well-being.
Erin thought Mark was content with the sexual aspect of their marriage. She certainly wasn't a prude and quite enjoyed the adventurous aspect he brought to their love making, and so it was quite a shock to be told why he wanted a divorce.
When Alan went off to college, Erin missed having a man around the house. Her vibrator was no substitute for the feel, love and warmth of a man and so Erin decided to do something positive about her divorced situation.
Some of the moms, much like Erin, in the town where she lived, were notably seen out with young men. It seemed to make them feel both happy and desired all over again, a feeling that Erin wanted for herself.
Rather than go to a club or wine bar, Erin Clarke decided to play it safe. Using her son's computer, she came across a dating site, the first one on the search return for ‘Dating'. She certainly wasn't looking for one geared towards sex; wanting, instead, to take it slow.
Using Alan's all-in-one printer, copier and scanner, she uploaded a photo of herself and then typed in her details along with a short bio.
Several days later, and to Erin's welcome surprise, she received just over a dozen responses to her advert.
"What!" Ms Clarke exclaimed, aloud, having only expected two at the most.
To sort them down, she sent a thank you reply to those who lived out of state, which left four. Noticing an attachment with one of them, a photo, in fact, Erin clicked it.
"Oh my. Oh, my, God!" she exclaimed.
The photo was of the young man's erect phallus; Erin finding the more clinical ‘p-word' to be immature. For several ponderous moments, Erin, far from being shocked at the image, was, in her ongoing state of neglect, mesmerised. She even, without actually realising it, licked her lips from side to side. There was, however, no chance of her not realising her body's reaction; her pussy warm and wet while her clit, having become distended, rubbed against the lace of her black thong as she fidgeted in her son's swivel chair.
"Oh my. Dare I try?" she pondered and mused - for all of 15 seconds. Thereafter, the somewhat horny and aroused Erin typed out a long reply, showing her interest in meeting the owner of the rampant erection in the photo for a date while leaving out any reference to it.
That night, in bed, she was aglow. Her thoughts went to what Bruce Johnson looked like, other than his impressive cock. He wasn't vain to have placed a ruler against his length. That appealed to Erin, who had put the others on hold, just in case.
Erin's fingers responded to her erotic, though some may say, pornographic, thoughts. They most certainly were indifferent to that of an aesthetic porn movie; bodies, hers and the young man's, entwined in the act of erotic, sexual love - from foreplay to climax, in fact. One that came to its crescendo when the horny Erin made herself cum.
Afterglow took over, and she smiled, both peacefully and contentedly, soon slipping into a deep, restful night's sleep.
Come the late afternoon of Erin's early evening date - Bruce calling upon her - she took a soothing bubble bath, managing to keep her recently styled curled blonde hair dry in a hair cap as she soaked herself and washed her body for the young man she would eventually be enjoying the company of and more, hopefully.
Presently dried and having applied moisturiser to her body, Erin got dressed in her chosen lingerie to begin with. A black lacy bra with three-quarter cups, one that both supported and pushed her ample 36C breasts together and accentuated her cleavage. Next was a black garter belt with standard length straps. The front two and the front middle of the belt had a red bow sown onto them. To each of the four straps, Erin rolled on and attached a pair of Pretty Polly black hold ups that had a broad lace top, something she was hoping Bruce would get to both feel and enjoy the sensation of.
Although she had several black lace thongs and panties, Erin sort to be daring in covering her hot and recently shaved pussy and mound. ‘A g-string. I haven't worn one in such a while,' she recalled, and was soon drawing the fine thread of the waistband up her lithe legs.
Without shoes, Erin Clarke stood 5'8". The heels she chose brought her to 6 feet. ‘Oh yes, I've still got it,' she thrilled, having noticed the image of a very sexy and quite erotic, sure of herself, confident woman, reflected in the mirror of her wardrobe. Unable to resist, and before applying make-up and completing her ensemble, the 42 years young Erin Clarke, patted her mound a couple of times, feeling, as she did, just how warm her pussy was.
‘Not too much, you're not a slut; or, at worse, a whore,' Erin minded herself, as she applied a reasonable amount of mascara and a cherry red shade of lipstick. ‘Perfect' she proclaimed, and then went from her dresser to where her chosen LBD, one of several, was hanging on the top of the left door of her double wardrobe.
Stepping into it, Erin yet to put her shoes on, she drew the satin material up her legs, over her hips and then up her body before putting each arm into its sleeve. With the dress in place and smoothed down, Erin then drew up the zip at the right side of her waist and took an admiring look at herself in the mirror.
Not only did Ms Clarke like what she saw, but she felt younger and happy. ‘Oh my, am I really doing this,' she enthused more than questioned, only for the front door buzzer to ring.
‘He's early. Fuck! And I'm not quite ready. Don't loose it. Shoes. Right, deep breath, calm the nerves,' she told herself, almost like a mantra.
With her feet cradled in a pair of black patent leather slingbacks, Erin, calmly, and at a normal pace, made her way downstairs and from there to the front door, only for her enthusiasm to make her take the final few yards that bit quicker; even in heels.
‘Okay, this is it,' Erin told herself, as, with a warm welcome smile on her face, she opened the door.
"Hi. I'm Bruce, I've come to meet, Erin?" enquired the young tall man stood on the step outside the open door. Clearly, he thought she was Erin's mother.
The photo Erin had posted was from when she was in her late 20's while she worded the details in the information about herself: ‘young looking late 20's'.
Having invited Bruce in and closed the door, Erin lead him towards the lounge, only for Bruce, when they reached a wide archway that lead off from the hall, to ask the expected question: "You're, Erin, aren't you?"
"There's certainly no fooling you. Yes, I'm she," Erin confessed, not quite holding her hands up as they were down by her sides, the palms resting against the wall.
"Your photo. The age you said in your ad," he then mentioned.
"Ah, yes, the photo. Well, Bruce, it's like this. The photo was taken when I was 29," Erin informed him with a sultry smile. She was, hope upon hope, looking to get laid by the rather cute and fanciable young man stood across from her.
"And the advert..." he intoned, seemingly no escape there, until...
"I worded it correctly: ‘Young looking late 20's,' I certainly look quite young for my age."
"That's rather ‘False advertising', wouldn't you agree."
"Okay, I admit it. But...well, my husband divorced me for a younger woman," Erin said in her defence.
"So, you thought...!"
"What is your age, if it's not too personal a question?" the young inquisitive man asked of her, as he tarried awhile.
"My eldest son, Gary, left college nine months ago, so..." she rejoined, leaving Bruce to come to his own conclusion of that.
Noticing his eyes look up as the gears in his mind spun, Erin said: "The springtime of my 40's."
"42!" Bruce announced.
"As good as matters. Besides, it's just a date; nice photo, by the way," she threw in, appealingly, while directing a warm, yet, coy smile at him.
"A date!" Bruce intoned, his voice suggesting something else.
"Why, what did you have in mind?"
"You do know," he began, only to notice Erin's puzzled expression.
Leant forward, as if he needed to whisper, Bruce informed her: "The women on the site, they are, you know...!"
"Uh," she uttered, confused, only for the penny to slowly drop. "Oh. Oh, you mean...!" Elen, likewise, unable to say whores, prostitutes or any other comparative word.
"Exactly," Bruce said, while leaving the mention of money hanging.
"You certainly won't have to do that with me," she intoned, her voice both buoyed and full of relief.
"So, that aside, you liked my photo, then?" he enquired of her mentioned interest.
Restraining herself from giggling nervously, considering, Elen replied: "Well, yes," the ‘yes' said with some degree of enthusiasm and interest.
"I can teach you a thing or two, maybe three or more, Bruce," Ms Clarke, subsequently stood up and closer, intoned, and in a warm sultry voice.
"What's that word, men, lads, even, have for women my age. MILF, isn't it. I've always wondered what the acronym meant," she cooed, all the while, Bruce happy to lean back against his side of the archway.
"It's a bit -"
"Risque!" she interrupted, second guessing him, her voice almost husky. "I'm forty -, well, that many years young. I've heard and done enough in almost two of your young lifetimes, Bruce," Erin assured him that little would embarrass her.
"Okay, then. Mothers I'd Like To -"
"Fuck! That is what the ‘F' stands for, right, and, I dare say, that was what you were and still are expecting. To fuck this mother stood before you," she cooed, Erin's left hand resting on the wall next to the right side of Bruce's head, his brown hair cut straight, while the right one moved ever so slowly to the left, dress side, of his trousers.
"Okay, yes. Considering the -"
"Shush," she intoned, and then moved her part tilted head towards Bruce.
As if frozen in time and with their eyes close - his brown while Erin's shone blue - they stared, momentarily, at each other. Something clearly clicked. A spark. And then their fervent lips touched; meeting and melding in a warm passionate kiss and all while Erin felt his warm firm manliness.
Rather than return the affection of the youthful Erin, Bruce wormed and slithered his tongue between her warm moist cherry red yielding lips. That caused a sublime warmth to pervade her body and subsequently stir the fire that, even then, was smouldering in her very core.
Equally so, Ms Clarke's attention had made Bruce quite hard; straining for release, almost. Unfolding her left arm from its casual position - on Bruce's shoulder and around his neck - he was soon guiding her towards what she had swooned over; foreplay, and, in particular, sucking Bruce's cock being a welcome act of sex.
When it came to it, though, Erin was neither expecting nor ready for the extent of his hand's forcefulness or guidance to take his length, and what a length it was, all the way inside her mouth and throat, which she accepted as what the youth of the day did.
"Air, phew," she flustered and flushed, having been allowed the room to draw back from Bruce's slick coated erection and shaft.
"What say we adjourn to the sofa," Erin suggested, and then took Bruce's hand in readiness to have him follow her to the lounge.
"May I," he said, wanting to see her first. And with that, taking a few steps back so that Bruce could fully admire her, from top to toe, Erin drew down the zip and then that of the sleeves. She then, teasingly, almost, while making a spectacle of it, held the dress to her bust and then let it fall.
"Wow! That's amazing," he regaled, confirmed by the response from his dick.
"You like," Erin asked, not sure if the young man was being polite, as she stepped out of her pooled dress and placed her hands on her shapely waist.
"For two children -"
"Three, to be exact, all sons," she said.
"Well, Erin, Ms Clarke, your body certainly looks great, your abs, in particular," Bruce, further, lauded, before gesturing for her to turn around.
"Quite an erotic touch," he commended Erin on her g-string.
"Call me Erin, and it's been quite some while since they were last removed...by a man," she hinted, playfully, while looking back over her shoulder at him, her recently styled wavy blonde hair adding to the MILF image before him while her blue eyes sparkled beckoningly.
Stepping closer, Bruce, his cock warm, firm and manly as it brushed her inner thighs, took Erin's hands from her waist and wrapped both them and his around her body, inches above her garter belt.
"Emn, your cock, it feels so warm and lovely against me. I so want you inside me," she confided.
"After you've let me make you cum a few times," he lilted, his breath catching her blonde locks and wafting them away from Erin's ear, which felt a sensual tickle as he spoke.
"Oh my. Usually, it was just once...with my ex."
"So, we've a lot we can teach one another, then," he intoned; Erin directing Bruce's hand and fingers lower, to feel the heat of her sex; both for him and with him.
"Yes. By the way, just now, when you, well, fucked my mouth, Bruce. I take it that's what men do these days and women enjoy," she had to ask.
"I take it you're not up to date with what your son watches on the internet."
"Porn, you mean. Do they do it like that, now?" she said, it being different in her younger days, only for Bruce to nod his confirmation. ‘Emn, I'll certainly have to look into that later,' Erin made a conscious note, and then, finally, escorted her date to the sofa.
Rather than let or have his sexy host sit down, Bruce invited Erin to stand with her feet a few inches more apart. ‘Is he going straight for...Oh my, he is,' she realised, as Bruce genuflected before her.
‘Up here. Wouldn't you like to...my tits. No, I suppose, oh my,...not,' she responded, when Bruce flared his nostrils and drew in her sexy aroma. Although Erin had applied a vague scent to several parts of her body, she let the natural scent of her sweet smelling and tasting cunt shine through.
‘Oh, oh yes, emnnn. That's good, so emn, yes, good,' she regaled to herself, when his warm moist lips, albeit at an opposing angle, pressed against those of her wet pussy; Erin clearly wasn't a dust bowl down there.
‘Dare I,' she thought, consciously, only for her hand to find its way lower and rest on Bruce's hair and head.
Getting only more of the same - this time, Bruce using barely the tip of his tongue on her part-moist g-string - Erin combed her hand over the attentive man's hair only to finish up with it on his nape. When Bruce subsequently introduced more of his warm muscle, her grip flexed and tightened, holding and urging Bruce against her pussy just as he had done a short while earlier.
"You're quite wet and sweet," he confirmed, having made Erin, vaguely, cum.
Even before her thighs had recovered from the slightest tremble they had felt, Erin took matters into her hands when she sat down on the sofa, still holding Bruce, loosely, and moved her stocking clad legs apart.
Just then, however, the young man took her by surprise. ‘What now,' she wondered, as he drew her forward, enough that her ass cheeks were part projected over the front of the middle sofa cushion while her spine curved to that of the backrest; slouched, almost, in her position.
Bruce then moved up, craned over her, almost, his face and lips, moist from her juices, hovering teasingly before her.
She just had to, and Erin did. Moving closer, she brushed Bruce's warm lips and then savagely kissed him, both hands around his neck. For his part, Bruce felt the warm shape and firmness of Erin's tits as he cupped and then caressed them.
"Hurmn," she murmured her response, while thinking: ‘At last, lover,' Erin's tongue exploring Bruce's mouth in heated passion before and when he moved onto easing down the cups of her bra and then rolling each firm nipple betwixt thumb and forefinger.
"You're quite the kisser," Bruce and not Erin remarked, only to release her nipples and draw her up so that she was part leant back and, for what he did next, away from the couch's backrest.
With her strapless bra unclasped and on the floor, Bruce grasped Erin's hair and lightly yanked it back. That brought a sharp gasp from her lips, one that changed to a warm sigh when Bruce pressed his equally soft warm pair against the part upturned and exposed underside of her chin and followed that up with more warm passionate plants of his lips on, down and around her neck while his free hand lightly cupped her warm moist mound, her sex, Erin's pussy and ‘sweet' cunt.
"Oh my, yes, more. God, let me feel your fingers, there," Erin sought to encourage his teasing to be more assertive, while her shoulder quivered at the warm sensual touch of Bruce's lips.
Never had a man been so explorative of her body. Not just any man, but one who was young enough to be her middle-aged son. Erin's body was most certainly enjoying what Bruce was teaching her, of that there was no doubt in the woman's mind.
Still holding her hair, his grip loose and casual, Bruce returned the lovely Erin to her original position.
"You want this hard cock, don't you," he intoned, having moved to stroke it while doing likewise with the fingers of his other hand across the front of his host's g-string, which had become ever more wet from his attention.
"Emnn," Erin moaned her response, and with that, Bruce ceased his attention and directed her legs apart and back, almost horizontal.
All the while staring at her intently, he managed, as he had done so many times before, to locate the damp cover of a woman's pussy, Erin's, and draw it to one side. He then, rather than use his cock to tease her exposed, almost shaved, pussy, once again cupped her crowned and horny mound with his hand.
"Oh, emn," was soon followed by more moans. Although Bruce's hand remained still, he returned his lips to Erin's vibrant flesh and was soon smooching the rise of her breasts and then kissing around them and that of the crest. When Bruce reached Erin's darkened areola with his unrelenting attention, his fingers limped into action while he encircled first one and then the other dish with his warm wet tongue.
"Oh my, yes, yes. Oh, that's good. Right there. Erm, u-huh, u-huh, so good," she lauded, Bruce's fingers, just the two, having eased and slipped inside her slick wet pussy.
Positioned as she was, her arms almost docile, Erin managed to brace them against the cushion and then flex her hips just as Bruce's fingers moved inward.
"You like!" he posed.
"Most certainly, I like. I like a lot. When, though, when do I get your lips and tongue there," she smiled at him.
"Eventually," he teased, smiling, and then returned his mouth, this time, taking Erin's right nipple between his lips while rolling the other one.
"Fuck me off, fuck me off on your fingers, please, Bruce," she intoned, her body close to a first noteworthy climax, and within a short while later, Erin was rocking and bucking with the onset of a most wonderful euphoric orgasm, all the while grasping her young lover's wrist as she came and urging him to continue.
Moments later, Bruce's cock had replaced his fingers, and while he, himself, remained still Erin, her hands on his flanks urged him back and forth, even while he continued his attention, this time, his lips around Erin's left nipple while ministering to the right with his left hand and stroking her distended clit with fingers of his right; the tuft of Erin's mousy blonde pubes barely brushing his fingers as he did.
"Well, unless you're Ron Jeremy...!" Erin said, leaving out the fact that he could actually reach the tip of his cock with his tongue and lips, intimating he couldn't get much lower while she fucked his warm firm cock between her wet lips, which, even as he did, were as good as clinging for dear life.
"Who's Ron Jeremy?" Bruce had to ask.
"An erotic film star from the last century," Erin rejoined, while Bruce, not moving to fuck her of his own volition, had since returned to sucking her nipple and teasing the erect teat with his guarded teeth, which he moved from side to side in a sawing action.
"Seth," she sighed and gasped, her hands creating a pleasurable rhythm, one that was complemented by and as Bruce stroked her engorged clit.
Eventually, though, it all got too much, in a positive sense, and with them both fucking her middle-age pussy, Bruce stroking Erin's clit along with the pleasurable attention to her ripe tits, Erin exploded once again; her legs coming around Bruce and holding him inside her as wave upon wave of unknown pleasure, orgasmic tremors and euphoria resonated throughout her body like an out of control pinball: bouncing off cushions, flippers and the like and racking up a high score. Indeed, as she came down, floating, almost, the young man inside her had certainly scored extremely high in her estimation.
"Well! Wow! Bruce! That was -"
"Quite amazing," he answered, and then kissed her lips. As he did, Erin's legs once again relaxed and then Bruce urged himself back and from her.
When he recommenced kissing the woman he had just fucked to orgasm, Bruce Johnson retraced his prior touches, albeit neither doting or lingering as long, and was soon inches above Erin's slender waist and several more from that of her mound, which was covered in a dew-like sheen he noticed.
With almost, close on, baited breath, Erin observed him along the valley of her breasts as she rolled, pulled and twisted her nipples in ways she had never thought of. Funny how a fresh young lover can instil that in a woman of her years, but there it was.
Holding her breath, needlessly, as Bruce smooched and tickled her naval, Erin emitted a woman's giggle, one that died out just as quickly when she sensed his warm breath lightly breeze down to drift over her tuft. If the first one was vague the second was akin to cool fresh balmy air as it flitted over the extremities of Erin's upper thighs.
"Are you ready," Bruce intoned, smiling as he part looked back and up.
Erin could only nod and then continue to watch, but, more to the point, feel as his face moved ever closer to its destination point; her sweet pussy and horny distended clit.
To avail her interest all the more, Bruce reposed himself and was soon knelt between her spread legs. He had chosen well, position-wise for her, and was soon teasing Erin by smooching each of her humid thighs in turn while skirting away from her mound. All the same, she watched with renewed interest as he continued his erotic ritual, which it had so far been. Every soft and controlled kiss, lick, suck, roll, pull, and then grind of his teeth, being administered for one purpose, to bring Erin the utmost sexual pleasure and it was as if he was only starting.
When Bruce got ever closer to Erin's puffy mound, she gasped, sighed or both and even found the room, considering how she was posed, to rock her head back and from side to side.
"Hurmnnnn..." she seamed to hum, part holding the note as Bruce traced a swirl around the left and then right plane of Erin's mound. When he had finished that torturous, teasing pleasure, Bruce turned his head sideways and, this time, planted a perfect lip to lip kiss.
"Ho. Ho, ho, hurmn," Erin responded to his warm, moist welcome attention.
Part sat up, she then commended: "You're not a bad kisser yourself, Bruce."
"Oh. Hurmn, ermn, like, yes, like, oh yes, that..." Erin intoned, when the young man between her outstretched legs, used his tongue on her fuck lips. Thereafter, her voice trailed to what were little more than lucid sighs, moans and murmurs of erotic pleasure and euphoria as her body was carried away on a slowly forming wave of sexual ecstasy.
"Ermn, hurmn," Erin, biting her lip, vociferated, when her next orgasm took control, all while the competent, adept lover who was singularly responsible, held her legs open; Erin unable to close them as before and on numerous other times.
Her pleasured cries continued as Bruce darted and plunged his warm, firm, wet, cock-like tongue, as much as he could, back and forth within the equally warm and very wet confines of Erin's deliciously sweet tasting pussy.
"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" she finally found the will to exclaim; Erin's body shuddering in fits as another climax, not as big as the previous and, most certainly, the last one, in particular, rolled and rattled through her body, all the same.
When Bruce went to move his posture to get at the woman's clit, she held him off, indicating that: ‘It's tender, Bruce. Fuck me some more; maybe later.'
Quite clearly, he deduced, she just wanted to be fucked senseless. He had little doubt, from the way both Erin and her body had thus far responded, that she hadn't had a proper fuck in her life. That made him the man!
"This is the ‘fuck me' position," he informed her.
"Okay," Erin intoned, and then watched as he moved her legs in, up and back so that her upper arms were across the backs of her knees. Bruce then had Erin part her pussy lips for him and then Bruce, grasping the stem of his shaft, slapped it down, vigorously, on her exposed sex.
She shrieked: "Fuck," and then again - several times, in fact, before he used the head and underside of the shaft to massage and tease an irregular pattern around and then finally along the approach and length of Erin's horny to be fucked cunt, for the purpose of what she did and that was to draw her lips and sex ever more open so that when he next moved forward his firm glossy cockhead, wet from Erin's permeations, slipped into her warm, welcome pussy like a boat slipping into a tight harbour. That said, and as before, like a hand to a glove it was a perfect fit.
No sooner was his warm, commanding firm erection sheathed inside Erin's pussy, than he reposed her hands to grasp the backs of her ankles. Subsequently, and resting his hands on the lovely Erin's thighs, he fucked her firm, deep, and hard, most of the time grunting as if doing a gym workout - exhale with each firm forward thrust and swing of his hips.
Once Erin had cum, Bruce, not taking no for any answer, not that Erin objected, licked up her sweet tasting honey-like pussy juices and then tenderly, she noticed, ministered to her horny clit to once again imbue a warm delicious climax.
With her g-string finally removed, the blonde haired starry blue eyed MILF found herself knelt facing the backrest with her lower legs wide apart.
When Bruce, loosely grasping Erin's hair, thrust his length into her, he pulled on it. That all caused her spine to curve even more while the sound of his groin slapping her buttocks echoed above that of his balls slapping her clit.
"Fuck! Fucker," she seemed to hiss, a clear sign that the mother of three sons was in her sexual element.
Having made her cum, again, Bruce reposed himself so that his head, moreover, his mouth, was beneath her pussy. Then, when he drew her fuck lips apart, the ‘river that had become an ocean' trickled down.
"Oh fuck, you're drinking me. God" You're fucking lovely, Bruce," Erin lauded high praise on him.
"It's okay, I'm not looking for anything lasting by that, but you, young men of today, you, well," Erin, lost for words, cooed, almost.
"Like I said, you need to see what your son's been watching on the internet," Bruce intoned, and then went back to, this time, flickering and mildly sucking Erin's distended clit, soon feeling yet another outpour from her, which glossed over his chin.
After several shared influential positions later, Bruce, as before and always, making her cum and then utilising his oral skills to make Erin cum again, had her once more slouched on the sofa. He then, what with her head braced against the backrest, once again gave Erin's mouth and entrance to her throat, a severe face, mouth and throat fuck.
When Bruce, himself, climaxed, like all internet sluts welcome, he withdrew his pulsating hot length and creamed Erin's almost immaculately made-up face with the first rope of his warm sticky creamy essence and then stroked the second over her fantastic tits before reintroducing his vibrant erection to her mouth where she sucked the final, third creamy rope of Bruce's cum and the dregs from his cock and balls.
Once again dressed, she thanked him for his company and saw Bruce to the front door, only to quip: "That'll be $200...Just kidding."
With the door closed, Erin leant against it. "WOW! That was some amazing fuck!" Erin lauded to herself, and then, as the young stud who was responsible for breathing new life into her barren sex-life had advised, went to see what was on her son's computer and the internet.
"Oh my, is that!" Erin's face mildly shocked at just how liberal the men and women were. What shocked her the most was the regard the men had for the women and that of the women themselves; happy to call themselves and be called sluts and whores as they were roughly fucked in all available holes and, in some cases, by two big long cocks.
All of that eye opening information saw the lovely slut Erin aspire to be more relaxed with her sexuality. Within months of enjoying the sexual company and pleasure of young men like Bruce who she saw some more, Erin, for her next birthday, was at total ease to be pulling a train of four young men. Quite the fuck slut, Erin was, in Bruce's estimation.
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