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Imogen finished her letter by saying a jolly good time was had by all and that next time she hoped to accommodate Thomas up her bum
 
My friend, Imogen Farquar, recently got married, she says anytime her husband thinks she been naughty he puts her over his knee and gives her a good spanking. Now she tries to be naughty at least twice a day.
 
Oh, bless her, she's only nineteen or twenty; her generation are all Es and weed and dessert cafes and love. The reality of regularly getting trollied and involved in a Saturday night fight is totally alien to her.
 
"Give me... back... my kisses..." Millie demanded, flopped tiredly on top of her older sister. "With interest, you ginch..."

Millie, negotiating a new Citroën
 
That's not a hate fuck. That's a love fuck. A hate fuck is NOT pounding her into the mattress all weekend. God I hate having to explain stuff.
 
"My heart, yeah, yeah," Marcus popped the Viagra into his mouth and dry swallowed it. "Excuse me if I'd rather die hard than live limp."
 
“So, let’s get the elephant out of the room… your niece is no longer a little girl… and boy does she have the eyes for her uncle,” Suzanne continued. “She wants you, Jack. I’m telling you… she wants you.”
 
Yes, the muscles and height tickled his wife’s fancy, but it was my dick that scratched her itch. It’s nine inches long; that’s nine actual, measured inches, not “hey baby, I got nine inches.”
 
His mother, a pure Malayali woman who would cringe at sexual moments in movies, songs, or in public, was sucking his -- his father's -- cock. Who it belonged to hardly seemed to matter to Arjun, though. He could feel everything.
 
"Your turn, girlie. I backstop. Sunni does you."
"Uh huh. So you can rest your cock in my butt crack."
"And a lovely butt crack it is."
 
“It’s just fine too. If you’d care to try it with me sometime, it would make my year to have my face between your pretty legs again.”
 
"The difference between us, Mitchell, is you may have power," Abigail's hand burst into flame, swirling tendrils of it winding down her ivory forearm. "But I am power."
 
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