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She smiled to herself and slipped the card into her bag. She sat back down, feeling the wetness of her panties.Later that night Kate took out the card...and held it. She wanted to ring but felt nervous at what she might find. She had taken a few drinks to give her some Dutch courage. Finally, she felt her fingers skim over the pad of her phone and she heard it ringing.“Hello?”“Hi,” Kate replied, unsure as to where she should take the conversation. There was a long pause.“It’s you?” the voice on. I never felt a feeling so intense to have something penetrate me before in my life. So I decided to remove my shorts, along with my panties. As I sat there, I explored some more, and that's when I discovered my clit. A jolt of pleasure went through my body as i rubbed and caressed my sweet button of pleasure. I started to moan, knowing that no one was home. Buster then got up and came over to investigate about the noises I was making. My legs were spread, as soon as he approached he started. Marie held her breath. Please, please, let him touch me... All her desire came flooding back, stronger than before. She closed her eyes. She moaned out loud.Suddenly he grabbed her braids, pulled her head up, and slid the book under her nose. In dismay, Marie saw that it was open to the same page she'd been reading out loud in the store. She'd forgotten he had it."Now, read." What?Oh God, she had been so close, so close...and now he wanted her to read again? Jesus H. Fuck, she was so horny she. There’s a start of some love handles but not bad. I think I look a lot younger then I am. I step into the shower and it feels so good I pull back the foreskin on my cock and let the hot water beat on the exposed head I emiditly get a hard on. I will take care of that later. After I scrubbed the day’s dirt and sweet off I stepped out and dry off I still had my hard on I really need a good long fuck. But it’s not going to happen this weekend, I plan on sleeping most of it except for eating and.
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