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I should explain here that I have written a series of "adventure interplanetary war with alien beings
living beneath the surface Old Stone Age (35,000 BC) and enslaved Neanderthals to serve them as
slaves inside gigantic caverns they hollowed out beneath the surface of Mars. Over thousands of years,
the Lorr genetically "altered" these slaves and produced the race of Cro-Magnons, from which we are
descended. Upon discovery of the existance of the Lorr in the 21st Century, Mankind decided to destroy
the aliens, both doubtlessly due to their enslavement of humans and due to their own appearance, which
was similar to that of gigantic ants. This resulted in an interplanetary war which Mankind "lost", with
the result that only the most barbaric civilization remained as a rule, although there was still some
records left of the past. In my books there is a "history" dating from 1988 through the year 2047 where I
chronicle the development of a "world civilization" under the rule of a benevolent woman dictator, Janet
Rogers. Ja- net Rogers in turn owing her ideas to Doctor Lorraine Marie Duv- al, a Los Angeles "shrink"
with a genius level I.Q. and a hearty dislike for everything for which "Western Civilization" stood. A
woman who is perhaps the greatest swordswoman of all time, a sort of "female John Carter" for you
Burroughs fans, who gets into all sorts of adventures in the 26th Century, and who unlike most such
fictional characters is also a person of "feeling" and "emotion". There is also plenty of the sort of
"philosophy" for which John Norman is so famous (I am a "fan" of his), although I do think my own
stories are perhaps more "realistic" in treatment of women...
In this, the fifth book of this series I introduce two "new" characters that I think the reader will like.
Also, we'll see our famous swordswinging "Queen Lorraine" from another viewpoint. There were those
who had no "love" for her, and they were not all "Dularnians" by any means either! One suspects here
that perhaps the Priestesses of Lys were engaging in a little "balance of pow- er" here, giving the
Dularnians someone from the 20th Century to balance off the "advantage" that Darlanis had in Queen
Lorraine. And the question is raised here: "Did Lorraine fly up into that thunderstorm that sent her and
Sharon into the 26th Century of her own free will?" In any case this is another lusty sword- swinging
tale that you will enjoy. Especially as "Carol" is just the sort of a wench that you'd love to meet, but
would never want to "take home to greet your parents"! In any case, I now present the "Simmons", a
loving couple who suddenly finds themselves "teleported" from the Twentieth Century up to the Twenty
Sixth! Where Robert Simmons finds plenty of adventure with his lusty and sexy wife, Carol, who has
been "introduced" before to my readers.
Jerome Bigge
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"THE WARLADY OF DULARN"
2567 A.D.!
By Jerome Bigge
Chapter One
"It was a dark and stormy night". Well, it was! Not that I was paying it that much note just then as I
watched my wife Carol finish up her strip dance there on the brightly lit stage. Carol now doing a series
of "hip rolls" while supporting herself on her toes and fingertips in a way that left no doubt that for a
woman in her late "thirties" she was still in fantastic physical condi- tion. Her 5'7", 37-26-38 body was
glistening a bit with sweat under the bright stage lights as my provocative brownette then spread her
thighs wide and arched up her curvy behind. Thus giv- ing every man sitting there around the shadowed
tables an excel- lent "view" of that narrow strip of buckskin colored chamois that ran up between those
lovely tapering muscular thighs of hers! A lovely pair of golden disks covered her pierced nipples. A
quick toss of her head, a provocative glance behind her, and then my wife dashed off the stage, followed
by the cheers of the men that practically now shook the building! Carol still being the best!
"She is an amazing woman," a feminine voice said from behind me, the azure eyes that met mine as I
turned owned by a beautiful tall blonde haired woman, one who I suspected from her "accent" was not
from any place around here! And the way that her clothes "fitted", the "style", all indicated that she was
a "foreigner". And little did I realize just then how truly "foreign" she was! "One of many `talents'," the
woman continued, giving me a smile. "Few men, Mr. Simmons, could say the same about their own
wives." I supposed it was true, although at the age of forty one after some fifteen years of marriage I
loved my Carol as much as ever!!
"You are the same woman we met in the supermarket today," I said, remembering. There had been
"something" about the woman. "Something" that Carol had said gave her the "creeps" about her! My
wife had been unable to explain further, saying it was only a "gut feeling" that she had when they had
met, the woman having merely said that she was pleased to meet us, and that she hoped we had enjoyed
the books she had sent us. Her words for an in- stant having meant nothing to either of us just then until
sud- denly Carol had gasped with shock, remembering the strange books sent to me! Strange leather
bound books supposedly written by a woman everyone believed dead! The fantastic Dr. Lorraine M.
Duv- al herself! The greatest swordswoman of all time, its been said! Another book by the incredibly
beautiful Darlanis of California, the ruler of western North America in the 26th Century! And with the
books there had a been a strange golden coin, a large coin of over an ounce of pure gold, stamped with
the likeness of a beau- tiful woman, the inscription on the coin in Latin reading "DARLA- NIS,
REGINA CALIFORNIA"! The other side showing a crown in front of a background circle of stars that
had left little doubt too!!!
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"I am First Priestess Tais, of whom Lorraine `wrote'," she suddenly spoke to me, her eyes burning
down into mine with azure flame. I knew there could be just one "Lorraine" of which she spoke. But
everyone believed that she had died at sea in a plane crash years three years ago! Yet "Tais" had just
spoken as if Lorraine yet lived! "And soon it will be `time' now," she spoke in tones that made a chill go
down my back at their very implica- tion! Lorraine had written of Tais, the First Priestess! A wom- an
who lived in the 26th Century, the head of the Priestesses of Lys, who also had appeared to be the world
religion of that era! The Priestesses of Lys had also served the "GUARDIANS", beings so powerful that
they controlled the destinies of intelligent races through the entire Universe! Serving too the wishes of
"SHE", who is "Mistress of All", who Lorraine once "spoke with" on Mars. That "BEING" that mortal
men have for centuries now called "GOD"!
My first impulse was to reach out and grab her. To shake the "truth", whatever it was, from her! I
know now how "futile" that would have been. I think she could have stood up against the entire armed
forces of the whole world had she so wished and crushed them, so great was the powers that she
commanded! Powers that allowed her to travel through time, back to an era that even to her is I believe
still partly "myth". "I will be waiting," she said, strolling off, and leaving me sitting there so stunned that
I could only watch her walking through the crowd! A few of the "HUTCH's" male patrons, "drunker"
than the others, now trying to "pick her up" without any success. I saw her roughly "shove" one back
down into his seat, and thought that it was just as well that she was leaving, as she didn't appear to be the
sort you'd want to get into any sort of a "fight" with! The band now start- ing up, introducing the next
strip dancer, Chris, the last dancer of the night. It was Saturday night, the end of the week. And the
"end" of far more than Carol and I ever realized then! The "end" of a peaceful life we'd lived for the last
fifteen years. And the beginning of an incredible adventure in a future world!
"Strange bitch, that one," the waitress commented, stopping by my table there in the back, the blonde
now gone from sight, but not from my thoughts. I ordered for Carol, knowing she'd be with me shortly
as soon as she got dressed. We usually had a last drink together before leaving. Carol usually being the
one to drive us home as after a night of watching her doing her strip dances I often wasn't really in a
condition to drive home safely.
I watched Carol come through the crowd, moving around the closely set tables with that "confident"
stride that she has, the provocative sensual curves of her firm muscular body so beauti- fully displayed
there beneath the clinging soft oiled leather of her fitted jumpsuit. The "jut" of her still firm breasts
denying the "fact" that she was now in her late thirties. An age when most women, but not yet my Carol,
often started "showing their age". I was well "aware" too of the fact that she had nothing on underneath
her outer clothing. Strapped around her hard muscular waist a broad leather belt that now supported a
long slim dagger on the right hip and a short lightweight sword with a two foot blade on her left. Attire
that made her look really "dom" as all get out! Attire that said, "LOOK, BUT DON'T YOU DARE
TOUCH ME"!* * This was of course a "costume", not something that she wore on the "street" back in
the 20th Century as she probably would have gotten arrested for "disturbing the peace" or something.
Now, of course, things are a bit "different" and my beloved "Warlady" of- ten does go so "attired" here
on the streets of Arsana. (R.S.)
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"You're still the `best'," I said, taking her in my arms, Chris up there on the stage now strutting back
and forth in time to the music. Carol's hazel eyes glowing into mine as she nodded back, her rich red
mouth sweet and moist as she pressed it up to mine. The very "feel" of that provocative figure like a
caress! Mrs. Robert J. Simmons being a woman like no other, I often feel!
"You love me too much, Bob," she laughed, seating herself in the chair I held for her, her walnut hair
a lovely mane falling about her shoulders. She is to me at least a "beautiful" woman. More of a "woman"
than any I've ever met in my entire life, and I include those both of the 20th Century and those of the
26th too!
"I'm a lucky man," I smiled, sipping at my drink, feeling its warmth as it trickled down my throat.
Carol is the sort of a woman that novelists write about. The sort of a woman that makes getting up in the
morning always worthwhile. Her three novels of a "future America" of the 22nd Century "erotic"
delights to read! Books that in their way I now think have "shaped" a future world. Queen Maris thinks
that they did, and perhaps she is right here. There is also "A KEY TO A WOMAN'S HEART" which my
wife wrote just before all this happened. A book that in its own way has altered in many ways the sexual
"relationships" between men and women. I should note here, however, that this book was published
under the "pen name" of "CAROL" and thus was not identified as being my wife's until Carol herself
publicly laid claim to its authorship!
"You're a handsome `devil' who could `charm' any woman," my wife smiled, her lips wet now from
her drink as I smiled back. I suppose she is "right", although I've never thought about it that way. I am a
bit over six, dark, and I suppose rather well built. Carol is the sort who gives you considerable
"encouragement" to keep yourself so. A woman who has absolutely no "doubts" about herself as a sexy
"desirable" woman. Like Princess Lara of Baja.
"That `blonde' was here," I said, wanting Carol to "know". My wife "stiffened" a bit, a look of
"concern" filling her face. "She claims to be `Tais', the `First Priestess'," I added, Carol nodding, the
look in her hazel eyes now one of almost terror now! My wife of course had also read the strange books
we'd been sent. The two written by Lorraine Richards, the other one by Darlanis. Books that told of a
strange future civilization of the 26th Cen- tury. Of a world now so much like that of my wife's own
novels!
"We're getting `out of here', and `NOW'!" Carol snapped, roughly shoving back her chair, her raised
voice drawing the at- tention of a nearby couple over the "boom-ra-boom" of the band. I doubted that it
would do any good. I didn't think one could "flee" from such infinite power. From those who were
Mistresses of both time and space! I suspected we would soon be seeing her again! And she had said too
that the time was drawing near now! I quickly flung a tip down on the table and followed my terrified
wife out the door, knowing then as Carol did not that one could not "run" from that which was to be! We
had been "sent for"! I did not think it would be long now before we both stood in the presence of a tall
brunette Queen, the greatest swordswoman of all time! Mrs. Lorraine Richards, the Queen of Trelandar!
War- lady of the Empire of California! I hoped Carol would like the 26th Century. I suspected that we
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would never see our era again!
"Can you drive O.K.?" I asked Carol as we ran out to our car in the parking lot, the rain pouring
down upon us in buckets as I opened the Reliant's door for her, both of us getting well soaked by the
downpour. The flashing lightning, the heavy drum roll of the thunder leaving no doubts that it was not a
very nice night! A good night, I thought, for the sort of thing Tais wished to do!
"I'm all right now," Carol answered me, getting in, reaching over as she did to unlock my side. I
climbed in, shut the door, and kissed her, feeling Carol for a moment "cling" to me before she got
control of herself. I handed her the keys, let her start up our old trusty Reliant. I saw no sign of the
mysterious Tais, if that indeed was her name. Had the books, the coin, just been a trick of some sort?
That had been Carol's first belief when we had received the books and the coin together in a package
through UPS. On the other hand I felt I had "known" Lorraine well enough to know just about how she
"thought", and the books were certain- ly written just the way that Lorraine herself would have written!
My only regret now was that I had not given them to Janet Rogers. On the other hand had I done so, I
doubtlessly would have altered "history" in a way that no one could have predicted. Carol's own three
novels, I should mention, have had their own "effects" as history has shown, especially in the field of
"feminine attire"! And "A KEY TO A WOMAN'S HEART" is the most popular marriage manu- al of all
time, as well as the book that mothers "give" to their sons when they see that their sons have seen there
are two sexes!
"Carol," I said to her, touching her arm, her eyes gleaming in the light reflected off the windshield
from the parking lot lights. "Whatever happens, you're the only one I've ever loved." I wanted her to
know that, to understand what the situation had been between Lorraine and me. I didn't know then that
she would allowed to accompany me into the future or not. She was my wife. The only woman I've truly
loved, the only one I've really loved! The very "odor" of her wet body in its leather comforting to me!
"I'm not the `pushover' I was back then," Carol snapped, the "implications" of her words leaving no
doubts as to her own feel- ings. I knew that Carol had even learned the sword (and very well too!),
learned to be "violent", all because she had once be- lieved I "loved" Lorraine because "she" was all
these "things"!
"Tais will know where we live," I pointed out. She would no doubt be "waiting" for us there. If she
was "what" she appeared to be, and I had no reason to believe otherwise just then, then I felt our best
policy was to keep on the "move" until the time passed that Tais would be able to use the thunderstorm
as a "pow- er source" for opening a "GATEWAY" back into the 26th Century! It being my theory from
what I had read of Lorraine's writings that such thunderstorms were a "power source" for the space-time
warps that allowed one to travel from one era of time to another!
"I'm not `running'," Carol suddenly spoke, her hands on the steering wheel like she was grasping
some weapon. "I'm not going to give that damn bitch the `satisfaction'!" she snapped in cold furious
tones that left no doubts as to just "who" she referred to! "And `GOD DAMN IT' as long as I'm your
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wife no dammed time- traveling bitch is going to snatch away my husband!" she snarled!
"Carol," I said, reaching out, touching, the thunder like a drum roll. I saw the look in her eyes,
understood much that I had not perhaps "understood" before. I was "more" to her than just her husband.
I feared then for what might occur when we met Lorraine. When Tais transported us through time to
another era! I hoped Lorraine would "understand" how Carol felt about things!
"I wear your neck chain," she spoke in level tones, starting the car, yanking the shift lever into
"drive". "`SHE' doesn't."* * It was always a bit of a puzzlement to me where the ideas came from for
"clips" and "straps", for "neck chains" and so forth. I never was able to obtain a satisfactory answer to
these questions from anyone until the time there on the North Star that Maris Marn showed me the
tattered remains of one of Carol's own novels. Then I realized just "who" had actually invented these
things. I regret to say however that Carol and I are bitter enemies, at least she still is towards me,
although I bear her no dislike. I am of course a bit "uncomfortable" with her use of me as a char- acter in
her books, (I am nothing like her "Queen Lorraine"!) and I am at least thankful that she has not written
any more! (L.R.)
"We've had a good fifteen years together," I said to Carol as the outskirts of Seaside fell behind us,
the windshield wipers going "click-clack" as they swept aside the downpour that fell from the lightning
streaked sky overhead. The lightning from time to time lighting up the trees that now grew on either side
of the rural road. The forest moving to enclose us now on both sides as we now left the last traces of our
civilization behind.
"And we're going to have a lot more," Carol promised me.
The headlights lit up the woman as she stood there alongside our hidden forest home, the home in
which Carol had lived with me for the last twelve years. That hidden "earth home" we had both loved so
well. I hated the thought of "leaving it". Tais stand- ing there before us, dry as a bone despite the rain
pouring down only a further "proof" if any was needed of her awesome "powers"! The wet leaves in the
trees dripping as the rain yet poured down.
"It is now `TIME'," Tais said to us as we stepped out of the car, her voice soft, but yet audible over
the sound of the thun- derstorm. Carol standing there with her hand on the hilt of her sword like some
"gunfighter" out of the Nineteenth Century going out to "fight"! "It would be best if you joined hands,"
she sug- gested then to us. The lightning seeming to grow worse now, a series of constant brilliant
flashes and deafening bangs as Tais raised her arms, an awesome "glow" of some hellish blue-green
light now surrounding her as she stood there! I felt an electri- cal "tingle" go through me, Carol's hair
standing up around her head, the car starting to stutter and miss now due perhaps to some strange
electrical effect as the glow that surrounded Tais now grew rapidly larger and larger! The car then
sputtering out!
"Beam us up, Scotty!" Carol spoke softly, her eyes glowing up into mine as I clutched her to me,
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clinging to her "reality"! Holding her, clinging to her as everything suddenly went "blank"!
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"THE WARLADY OF DULARN"
2567 A.D.!
By Jerome Bigge
Chapter Two
"Whew!" Carol breathed, clinging to me, our bodies yet "tin- gling" from the passage through time.*
Suddenly it was daylight! * Carol and I suffered much less "effect" from being sent through time than
did Lorraine and her daughter Sharon. This may be due to the fact that the Priestesses of Lys
"controlled" our "GATE- WAY" whereas they did not "control" the one Lorraine used. (R.S.) The
golden links of Carol's neck chain around her throat glitter- ing there in the bright sunlight that peeked
down through the leafy broughs above. Our house now only ruins there in the for- est, the sun gleaming
down upon us, the soft breeze gently rus- tling the leaves as it wafted on by! The entire area was far
more "grown up" now than it had been back in our own time! The clearing behind the house where my
wife used to "sun" herself wearing only her lovely golden nipple "clips" and a brief "strap" covering her
shaved sex was now only another part of the forest. The fact that the house itself still "stood" in a way
more a credit to its "construction" than anything else, my father having built it more on the design of a
bomb shelter than anything else.
"The Twenty Sixth Century," I said, looking into her lovely hazel eyes. There was no doubt in my
mind as to "where" we were, or "when" either. The very ruins of our home, so adequately de- scribed by
Lorraine in her own books, leaving no doubts of this! I glanced down at my watch, saw that it had
stopped running now. Doubtlessly the "side effect" of being transported through time. This is also why I
think that our car stopped running back then. And why the attempt that will be made sometime in the
future by Darlanis' "clone daughter" to alter the "past" will fail. One is forbidden by the nature of time
travel to use electronic devices.
"`If it is'," Carol answered, now drawing her sword from its sheath. The two foot long blade
gleaming there in the sunlight. "If that damm Tais `knew' what she was doing," my wife muttered, the
soft leather of her jumpsuit clinging to every lovely curve! I thought of a favorite video tape of mine, of
a certain actress. Lana Clarkson and a certain Mrs. Robert Simmons are much alike.* * "THE
BARBARIAN QUEEN" is perhaps her best work. (Jerome Bigge)
"I don't..," I muttered, looking about. There was no trace of our car or anything else. Or of anyone
"waiting" for us now! I recalled the forms of life Lorraine had described. The dino- saur like Garth, the
saber tooth tiger called a Tigon, the dire wolves as big as ponies. The horrible mutants that often made
life dangerous in the more deserted parts of this strange world! There were also, I recalled, "outlaws",
dangerous men. Perhaps even possibly bands of runaway slave girls now living "by their wits". Much
like Carol's own "libbies" did in her own books. I felt a sudden "terror" just then. This was a "dangerous
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world", not our own! A world where "help" was not a phone call away!* * Whether or not it is actually
any more "dangerous" than what the 20th Century was is a good question. Here at least you are allowed
to possess the means of "self-defense". A world where it is "understood" that those who commit criminal
acts do not "have" the "protection" of the law as they did back in our own time. If I kill a criminal in this
social order, I am "rewarded" for the deed, not put on trial. There is much to be said for this. (RS)
"I wouldn't `recommend' that we go inside," Carol suddenly spoke, her voice level, emotionless. The
sword gleaming there in her hand. She was no longer of the 20th Century. No longer too the "wife" I had
known. She seemed "competent", sure of herself! Her hazel eyes constantly moving as she searched for
danger, the stance of her firm trim body that of the trained fighting woman! Suddenly I realized that
Carol was the one making the decisions!
"No, it probably wouldn't be `wise'," I answered, standing there, looking at her. The sword there in
her hand, the leather of her jumpsuit, the movements of her muscular body beneath it. I had not really
"thought" about it before, but Carol was not now the "same" woman she'd been back when I'd been
"seeing" Lorraine. In the last several years she had been "working out", building herself up, both by
exercising and by her "dancing", practicing with the foil and the bow until she was awesomely proficient
with them both! Especially with the bow, where Carol had become truly "legendary" in her skill. My
wife being able to hit tossed paper plates that I flung up into the air with her compound almost ev- ery
time! She had put on a bit of weight, all muscle too, Carol now going about 133 or so, although the
weight hardly showed any. She didn't have big muscles like a man would, but she was damm strong,
something I'd noticed now and then in the last year now! Her lovemaking less "gentle" and more
"rough" than it used to be!
"I'll make you a spear," she answered, hacking at a sapling, her actions instantly reminding me of
those of another! Suddenly her words came back to me that she had spoken earlier about her no longer
being the "pushover" she had been "before". Words that now left no doubts in my mind about things that
had "puzzled" me over Carol's behavior in the last several years. The changes in her personality. Her
"interest" in all sorts of "martial arts", including those karate classes once a week there in Seaside. My
wife was now a "black belt", as "deadly" with her hands and feet as if she was armed with a weapon.
The last "drunk" she'd "decked" there at the "HUTCH" hardly even "knew what hit him"!!!
"You are `OF THE WARRIORESSES'," I said as my brownette bus- ily hacked away at the sapling.
Carol merely nodded, gave me a "smile" back. Cutting off the sapling, I watched her hack off a length
about six or seven feet in length with her sword and then put a point on it with her dagger while I stood
and watched her. Her calm, competent actions those I would have expected not of a woman like her, but
of another, a tall, stern featured brunette!
"`One in a thousand'," Carol smiled, handing me my spear.
"More like `one in a million'!" I replied with a smile then.
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"We'll take a look around, then figure out what we're going to do," my wife replied, her voice calm,
competent, emotionless. It was the sort of a thing that a woman like Lorraine would say!
"We wouldn't stand much of a chance against `that'," I said, poking at the skull of the skeleton with
the tip of my crude spear. Carol nodding, walking about the remains of the Garth that Sa-she-ra had
killed. Its "reality" now sobering us both!
"At least we made it into the right time," Carol replied, standing by a crude grave marker set up there
in the clearing. I recalled Darlanis' book, remembered then "who" was buried here!
"Lorraine's estate should be that way," I said, pointing.
"Unless you want to try for Trella," Carol laughed back.
"You're `taking' this better than I hoped," I said to her.
"Don't have too much `choice' now, do I?" Carol smiled back, giving the skull of the Garth a kick
with a booted toe. I didn't think she'd enjoy the walk, especially not in those spike heels!
"Carol," I said, my wife's hazel eyes meeting mine. "I'm just glad that you're here." There had been a
subtle change too in our relationship. Carol was no longer just a "playmate". No longer just the sexy
wife that made my life an "Hefnerian dream"! Now she was far more! More than just a wife too! I felt
for her a sensation of both "love" and "admiration". The feeling that my delightfully provocative
brownette was far "more" than I had ever given her credit for being! The proof her very own actions
now!
"You put `this' on me," Carol answered, touching the golden links that circled her throat. Her "neck
chain" that marked her in a way that I found very beautiful on her. "And I am a woman who `protects'
what is `hers'," she added, the "implications" of her words leaving no doubt in my mind as towards her
own opinion of our "status" together as husband and wife. I was her "posses- sion", and she fully
intended to "fight" for me if so necessary! Her words reminding me much of those spoken by Lana
Clarkson in her tape, "THE BARBARIAN QUEEN" which I'd seen a number of times.
"I have `loved' but one woman in my life, and that `one' has been you," I said to her, holding her then
in my arms there in the forest, the ruins of our home only a small brushcovered hill! And I "wanted" her
like I've seldom ever "wanted" her before too! This would probably be the last time either of us would
ever see the place, and I wanted to "have her" one last time right here!!!
"I'm going to be a bit `smelly' after everything," Carol warned, undoing her leather jumpsuit,
slipping it off, the sun- light casting moving spots of light on her beautiful tanned body. Making her
truly an erotic delight to the eye as she stretched out there on the coarse grass behind the ruins of our
20th Cen- tury home and looked up at me as I stripped. Her hot wet mouth welcoming mine as I joined
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