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He belched for almost a minute and lit a blunt. Shon smoked a little too. Soon, they were high.Mag looked in Shon’s eyes and asked, “You ready?”...��Yes, sir,” the alpha was shedding and the bitch appearing.Shon went down the hallway first, Mag smacked his dumpy booty. “You so slim, but you got donk!”Shon giggled and jumped on the bed. He sucked Mag’s generous 7-¾ inch dick. It was hard and thick.Mag licked his finger and stuck in Shon’s anus. He loosened the fuck hole.“Ohhhhhhh,” whined the alpha. The girls were last and I stripped them and left them in my bed. I took vids of a dozen relics and put them in a packet before I sent it to the Sidhe consul. I moved the boathouse away from dock and then undressed as I thought of sleep and walked to my bed.I laid on one side and closed my eyes. They snapped open to the girl sucking on the head of my cock and I looked down, "what?"She looked up and the other girl shifted, "we are not in our room?"I looked at her and shivered as the other one. I asked for her phone number, but she only gave me her email address. As I left, I had little hope that it was even a real address. But I had to try, so that night, I sent her a message. I was shocked and thrilled to hear back from her within minutes!One email turned into two, then three, four and five. I found her sweet, caring and intelligent. I asked if I could take her out, go on a date with her. That’s when she sent my that bottom, third photo I posted above, saying “there is something you. “And who is this Michelle?” She asked, arms akimbo, barely moving as I whisked past her toward the French doors and out into the backyard. I laughed and called back over my shoulder, “I’ll tell you all about it when I get back in a while.”“Boy they were early,” I said to myself as I dashed across the lawn. Just as I reached the tree, Lindie started up her side of the tree. She winked at me with that great smile booming at me. “Catch me if you can,” she yelled and dashed up.Gentleman that I am.
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