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Once back in our room we chatted about what had just happened and Linzi was still horny. I couldn’t get hard again due to the overuse from the night. So Linzi pulled out her trusted Rabbit and slid it into her soaking wet pussy, and fucked that toy so hard her pussy juice started working into a lather. As she came she pulled the toy from inside of her and a single squirt if ejaculate flew out and landed and the bottom pornstars of our bed. She was shaking hard for at least a full minute before cuddling up to me and we both passed out. The last thought that went through my mind was how amazing my new little fuck buddy could be. The fact my wife and I could share her made it all the better. handjob WARNING! This warning is possibly not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it is needed for most of my stories. If you decide to read other of my stories make sure that you read the disclosures and warnings at the beginning of each story. 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Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. Stan Satanowski stepped out of the state of the art spray tanning booth in his basement. It was a computer-controlled, fully-automatic model and should have cost much more than he could possibly afford, but he had gotten it basically for free. Free is a relative term. In this case, it meant that when he accepted a contract to clean up and remodel a space in a local strip mall, he agreed to store any and all equipment currently in the store for a period of two years. The previous tenant ran a beauty shop called “Momma Ling’s” that offered everything from hair styling to nail treatments to spray tans to drugs– yes, drugs. Evidently the beauty business wasn’t paying enough so Momma Ling– real name Cynthia Davidson– branched out into various prescribed and non-prescribed opioids. Unfortunately, Cynthia hadn’t done sufficient research on possible competition and one of the local neighborhood suppliers expressed their displeasure at her intrusion into their sales territory by shooting up the place and the people inside. In an amazing display of accuracy for street gangs, there was one and only one fatality, Cynthia “Momma Ling” Davidson. Two customers were injured by blowjob flying glass and one received a minor bullet wound in the leg, but Momma Ling’s Beauty Shop and Drug Hardcore Emporium was permanently closed. Evidently, Cynthia Davidson wasn’t her real name either because officials could discover no valid driver’s license... or next of kin... or place of birth... or anything else. All of the equipment was evidently paid for, so once the police released the crime scene, the lease was voided out by the owners of the strip mall and it was just a matter of Stan cleaning everything out and making it look like Momma Ling’s had never existed. 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