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The Storm on 16-02-2020 08:47:03

He was finally gone.

The affair with George — the dreadfully sinful acts he performed with her countless times until she became complaisant — was over, relegated to the past like the storm.

Unfortunately, part of Alison grew to find life with George appealing. Her blue eyes looked like they contained tiny sparks as they reflected the dimming flames from the fireplace she silently watched while the room became darker.

The fire needed tending, but her eyelids, mimicking the dying flames, fell lower and she remained languorously on the sofa.

She grew colder. Alison disliked being alone in this drab house in the middle of nowhere.

Did she actually miss George? She wondered how she could possibly have feelings for a black Muslim.

She found herself getting wet musing about his big black cock and quickly the sinful thoughts filled her mind.

Her husband would be back in the morning and she would return to a normal Christian life.

But something else had started to develop inside Alison and something more than George’s memory would soon become apparent.

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