Peeping wife

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Ann sat back on the church pew and relaxed. Church pews were good sellers, people liked to put them on their front porches, and Ann and Tom had just bought two dozen of them to sell to the customers they hoped to attract to their new shop. Tom had driven the pick-up to get the stuff they bought at the auction in Jamesville the night before and Ann was getting the shop in shape for the opening.

Spring was already in the air and the tourists would be flowing through very soon. Ann and Tom wanted to have their new antique store opened in time; in fact, they had to have it opened in time. They couldn't afford to lose one sale. It had taken everything they had and more, to come to Owlsport and start a new life for themselves.

It had been a rough winter, but Ann thought things had gone well, and now she was willing to relax a little. She lit a cigarette and rested one hand on her thigh. She and Tom had hardly had time to fuck, they'd been so busy, and Ann had been awfully horny. It had gotten to the point where all she had to do was touch herself on any sensitive spot and her cunt would moisten.

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