Sundance Estates. An image of suburban perfection. Enter Mrs. St. Clair. Wife and mother. Still a woman. And still very much in need of satisfaction.
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"It was at that moment that my conscious will succumbed to my more base instincts. I hope you don't judge me on this one moment alone, as I surmise that we all have moments when we are more animal than human."
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"I motioned for him to come closer with my index finger. The hesitation I had felt earlier was gone. The house was empty, except for us. I had a most beautiful example of a man in front of me. I was going to get what I needed."