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About once a week, my wife and I meet at home for a lunch-hour rendezvous. This is what my life has come to; twenty years with Brenda, two kids in middle school, both of us working, and it seems the only time that we have enough energy for a decent fuck is over the lunch hour. How sad is that? Like most men, I am good to go in the morning, but Brenda is usually sound asleep until the alarm goes off; by then it is too late.

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