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Show 56, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] at the Cinemorada, The Harrad Experiment. "Dory there are sexually explicit scenes in that film--" "No really, Diamond, the seniors told me, just a little frontal--" Of course it was so bad it was hilarious, and Diamond admitted it was a 'turn-on' for her when the girl moved in with him. And that scene where the lady dean of the funny college, Tippi Hedrin, called the stud's bluff by offering to do it with him, but only on the lawn in view of the academic body, such as it was. Home again jiggity-jog. Any pretense was over. The cat suit lay in a pile in the corner. Limbering, stretching, she showed off for him. "I guess I could be in a movie like that. I guess I could. Nude," she smiled. "In the nude. Naked. Bare." Five wise virgins, he thought, for no good reason at all, and five foolish virgins could be no more fun than this one. There were her wide, pale nipples hardening, and below, her readiness, swelling, the musky female tumescence--it was pleasant for him to see that she was suffering a bit too. That formerly arcane number. Going back to his own days of relative innocence when, almost overnight, as if in some numerological conspiracy, 69 was showing up on prominent bulletin boards and three-ring notebooks. |
