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It took his niece just a few minutes to collect her belongings, and on her way out of the house, she double checked to make sure the door was locked. ...hen she got back in the truck and handed him the key to the place. Now they sat in Luke’s driveway, and the girl made no move to get out of the vehicle. She was waiting on him. Luke realized she didn’t look a thing like Chelsea. Didn’t look like him, either. She must have taken after her father, whoever the hell he was. Her stick-straight hair. She remembered her instructions. She began to undo the front of her dress. All eyes were on her impressive cleavage. Then she scooped out her left tit and then her right tit, both still encased in their sheer white bra.“Can you see them now sir?” Patricia asked.“Hmmm.” the old man replied. “Maybe you should come a little closer…”And with that both hands were all over her big tits. Squeezing. Groping. Inside the sheer material, easing the mounds out of their cups.“Yes. That’s much better. I can. Jenny then looked at Elizabeth and pressed her."Well you can still come, love. We can easily sit you on our chairs andshare the load like we always do." Well. I uhm-. not just today. I've also got business with Octavia.Thanks awfully. Tomorrow perhaps."Jenny and Marge's eyes widened with mild surprise. Usually, Elizabethalways jumped at a chance to get out and about. Both ex models seemed alittle disappointed and it showed in their faces."It was just such a lovely day and there's room on the. Can we go now?”Everyone looked at Jessie. “Hmm,” said Luke, “but she might come back. We could get a better look now we know what to expect. Let’s find a spot to keep watching.”Again, Jessie reluctantly went along with Luke’s suggestion and they tip-toed around in the dark until settling on a position among rugged headstones sheltered by a tree line within sight of the gate. Becky unfurled the blanket and sat down with Pete while Jessie, still trembling, stared at Luke.“Oh, Jessie, relax,” he.
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