And that's what happened. Jane and Eddie met––and fucked, and fucked, and fucked––over the next several days and weeks. Missionary, cowgirl, doggie, standing up, sitting down. Every way they could think of––Jane and Eddie experimented. Eventually they drifted apart, each having learned much about sex and lust from each other. But Jane was starting to think about other men, to be curious how other men's cocks would feel inside her, and Eddie said he wanted to feel other women's naked bodies pressed against him, opening their legs to accept his cock. They parted on the best of terms, each agreeing that if they ever got lonely and just wanted to fuck, they could call each other, but it never happened. Eddie happily began a life of seducing and fucking women far removed from Jane, and Jane resolved to do the same with other men.
As time went by, Jane seduced more young gentlemen, discreetly of course. She became acclaimed for her secretarial skills at work, with her superiors noting that she had her "mother's abilities." Jane always wondered just how many "abilities" she and her mother actually shared, as there were many choice gentlemen at their workplace. Of course, being the sedate and well-behaved ladies that they were, she and her mother never discussed the identities of their lotharios (particularly whether or not they had "shared" any of them). And, always, Jane remembered her mother's favorite adult novelty––Old Reliable––and its beautiful fit in her life and other parts.
One day when her mother was not home and Jane was indulging herself with Old Reliable, she happened to turn it over again and read the small writing on the bottom––"Wagstaff Industries––Molded from Life." Having a warm spot in her heart and other parts of her body for the device, she began to think about the company that manufactured Old Reliable. As Jane and her mother now had a small computer in their home, Jane was quickly able to research online the background of her favorite dildo. She discovered, to her delight, that Wagstaff Industries was a large firm headquartered in Chicago––only a few hours from Barrettville. Jane had gone as far as she thought possible to rise in her present job without jeopardizing her mother's position in the company. (Her mother was executive secretary to the company's president.) She decided it was time to start out on her own––and what better place to start than Wagstaff Industries?
Bidding her mother a fond farewell, Jane packed her small car full of her meager personal possessions and headed out. She was sad to leave Old Reliable behind, but of course, he did not belong to her. He belonged to her mother. And, she reasoned, if she could secure a secretarial position at Wagstaff Industries, she would soon have as many sex toys as she wanted, including a brand new Old Reliable.
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MRS. WAGSTAFF: THE WICKED WIDOW OF WAVERLY WAY
RomantikJane Wagstaff never imagined that one day she would be the most sexually infamous woman in the world--her carnal exploits discussed from coast to coast. She never would have believed that she would bed hundreds, if not thousands, of men. That wome...
