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impish gleam. Luckily, our first anniversary fell on a Friday, and reservations made, we dolled ourselves up and went out for the evening. Dinner at a fine resturant and dancing at a local hot-spot kept us laughing and in a good mood. As we drove home, Darlene sitting next to me, leaned over and caressed my thigh with her fingernails, sending a shiver through me. "You still want to fuck my brains out tonight?" She cooed. I said yes, I would happily keep her wet and jumping all night long. When Darlene came, no one could doubt that she wasn't faking. Her tendency to "let go" in bed meant that she was prone to outbursts of very erotic (and sometimes downright dirty) talk, as well as moaning and thrashing wildly about the bed. Arm in arm, we climbed the