deep really deep

The postman, door-to-door salesman, you name it. Anyone.

All your talk about nymphomania is just like a dirty joke to me.

She never used to be this way.

Let me tell you how it used to be.

It was just right. We both really dug each other.

Oh, baby, I'm so happy tonight.

Oh, oh I love when you do that.

Oh yeah.

Oh my gosh.

Oh

Oh, it makes me so horny.

Mmmm

Oh, I love eating you.

Oh, it feels good.

Morning.

Oh, I missed you.

Morning.

Oh, it's so good.

Do you want me to do it harder?

Oh, grab my ass, baby. I'll ask you.

I'll ask you.

It's so good, baby.

Oh, I wanna eat you.

It all began when Rhonda Fisher and her husband invited us over for some fun and games.

We all sat around watching a couple ball *********.

Boy, that must really be the life.

Can you believe getting paid to ball?

Man, they really get it on.

At least by my old Midwest upbringing.

A lot of us guys were getting kinda hot.

You could see the girls were too.

The ***** was good.

We were all getting kinda high.

That was what Rhonda wanted, because before we knew it,

we had a full-scale swap party going.

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