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Incestuous neighborsThere was nothing unusual in that, though. Ginger, Paul had noticed, very rarely wore a bra. Ginger waited for Paul to say something. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her tits and it excited her. Her nipples tingled with anticipation. The whole notion of fucking her own brother, and then fucking her best friend's father, all on the same day seemed utterly and terribly, blissfully, tantalizingly erotic. "Well, I've come to see what Misty's doing. Is she inside?" Ginger finally asked. "Yeah. Just go on in. You'll find her somewhere." As Ginger walked toward the house, she could again feel the burning heat of Paul's stare as he devoured her ass with his eyes. She wished she had the courage to come right out and ask Paul if he wanted to fuck her, but she didn't have that kind of courage. Nevertheless, as Ginger walked slowly toward the house, taking her time so Paul could have a good, long look at her body, she was already plotting ways of seducing him. Ginger found Misty in her room. Misty was on her back on the bed, her eyes closed, taking an afternoon nap. Ginger smiled ...» |
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