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Above her, Dale ground his cock into her accepting cunt. The release came from deep within him. His whole body felt it. Not all orgasms deserved the title, La Petite Mort, -- the little death, but this one did. It descended upon him taking away all thoughts and leaving only feelings. He felt helpless in its throes.He recovered finding that he was laying atop Denise with his full weight. He started to roll off of her, but she said, "Stay there."He stayed in place but took a little of his weight on his arms. He said, "Thank you." Thank you," Denise said. She didn't need to ask if he had enjoyed it. There were no doubts in her mind that they had just finished having the best kind of sex that was humanly possible."That was intense," Dale said."That was long overdue," Denise said with a satisfied smile."Yes," Dale said thinking that he had not expected this day to come for another month or so. Susan who had come from the same background as Denise had been much more resistant to opening up.

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