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"
Us
.
"
On
Thanksgiving
Iris
prepared
the
turkey
and
put
it
in
the
oven
.
Bobby
and
Valerie
came
over
for
a
few
drinks
but
they
didn
t
stay
.
It
was
refreshing
.
Iris
had
on
another
dress
,
just
as
appealing
as
the
other
.
"
You
know
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
didn
t
bring
enough
clothes
.
Tomorrow
Valerie
and
I
are
going
shopping
at
Frederick
s
.
I
m
going
to
get
some
real
slut
-
shoes
.
You
ll
like
them
.
"
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"
I
ll
like
that
,
Iris
.
"
I
walked
into
the
bathroom
.
I
had
hidden
the
photo
Tanya
had
sent
me
in
the
medicine
chest
.
She
had
her
dress
hiked
up
and
she
wasn
t
wearing
panties
.
I
could
see
her
cunt
.
She
was
a
cute
bitch
.
When
I
came
out
Iris
was
washing
something
in
the
sink
.
I
grabbed
her
from
behind
,
turned
her
around
and
kissed
her
.
"
You
are
a
horny
old
dog
!
"
she
said
.
"
I
ll
make
you
suffer
tonight
,
my
dear
!
"
"
Please
do
!
"
We
drank
all
through
the
afternoon
,
then
got
to
the
turkey
around
5
or
6
pm
.
The
food
sobered
us
up
.
An
hour
later
we
began
drinking
again
.
We
went
to
bed
early
,
around
10
pm
.
I
didn
t
have
any
problems
.
I
was
sober
enough
to
insure
a
good
long
ride
.
The
minute
I
began
stroking
I
knew
that
I
would
make
it
.
I
didn
t
particularly
try
to
please
Iris
.
I
just
went
ahead
and
gave
her
an
old
-
fashioned
horse
fuck
.
The
bed
bounced
and
she
grimaced
.
Then
came
low
moans
.
I
slowed
down
a
bit
,
then
picked
up
the
pace
and
ripped
it
home
.
She
appeared
to
climax
along
with
me
.
Of
course
,
a
man
never
knew
.
I
rolled
off
.
I
d
always
liked
Canadian
bacon
.
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The
next
day
Valerie
came
over
and
she
and
Iris
left
together
for
Frederick
s
.
The
mail
arrived
about
an
hour
later
.
It
contained
another
letter
from
Tanya
:
Henry
,
dear
.
.
.