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dick was sliding in and out of her ass—leaving her pussy free.
Perfect. Smiling, Delsin stalked across the room and joined them on the bed.
    When Parmia opened her eyes and
smiled at him, he positioned his cock at her flooded entrance and shot his hips
forward.
    “Oh, yes, my love. Yes. Join us and
make this perfect,” she moaned, slipping her arms around him and offering him
her lips.
    Burying his cock deep in her pussy,
he surrendered himself to the love and affection of the only woman in the world
worth having. The woman who would soon give him and his best friend the
greatest gift any woman could give a man—a child he could love and adore almost
as much as he did its mother.
    To show the depth of his affection
and devotion, he shot his knot into her pussy.
    Feeling it force its way into her, he
struggled to hold off his climax. Pussy this delicious should be savored for as
long as possible before being filled with seed.
    “Oh, yes! Yes! Knot me, Del,” she
whimpered with pleasure, digging her nails in his ass.
    With their genitals locked together
by his swollen knot, he could feel Renas’s huge phallus fucking her ass with a
delight and pleasure he suspected might mean his lovely courtesan had managed
to enchant them both into falling in love with her.
    After all the grief she’d endured in
her young life, he decided she was entitled to have both their devotion and
affection. In fact, the idea intrigued him. He looked forward to an exciting
life with her with Renas making an infrequent third. Once she gave them both a
son, their lives would be prefect. But how could it be otherwise now that he
was finally home and in love with a woman who valued him as much as he valued
her?
     

Secondhand
Lover
     
     
    Marilyn Lee
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    Secondhand Lover
     
    I never intended to
fall for Mila. I objected to everything about her. It’s true that her beautiful
face and lithe, shapely body left very little to be desired, but the mere fact
that she’d left a perfectly good job as a computer technician on the West Coast
and come out East all on Jason’s word, told me she was irresponsible.
    Of course, that’s
probably what attracted her to Jason, Mr. Irresponsibility himself. Or maybe I
should say one of the things. Jason and I are identical twins. But for as long
as I can remember, the looks we share have always seemed more attractive on him
than on me. At least, all the girls we knew seemed to think so. All through
high school, Jason went out with the prettiest girls while I stayed home and
studied.
    I used to assure myself
that I didn’t mind being referred to as “the smart one” while Jason was called
“the gorgeous one.” But of course, I did mind. And I couldn’t quite understand
the different way females perceived us. I mean we looked exactly alike.
Sometimes Mom would even get us mixed up. So why wasn’t I as gorgeous as he was
in addition to being more intelligent than he’d ever be?
    But I’m straying from
the subject, which is Mila. Or, more exactly, my falling so unexpectedly and so
hard for her. By the time she arrived in Philly, I owned a growing computer
repair and maintenance company in Center City and was doing well. Each year I
made more money. Once I became comfortable with my success, I’d bought a big
Victorian house near the city limits, which I hoped to