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Raped stepdaughterShe smoothed nonexistent wrinkles in her skintight jeans, unbuttoned another button on her blouse and critically studied herself in the hail mirror. Not too bad, she thought. Not many sixteen-year-olds looked this mature. She pulled her shoulders back a fraction of an inch, watching how her tits pressed hard against the thin fabric of her blouse. The tiny bumps that were her nipples grew as she studied them. She was getting hot just looking at herself in the mirror! Opening the neck of her blouse a little more gave a clear view of her white, melon-like boobs. The surge of flesh was enough to make any red-blooded male get a hard-on. And that was exactly what she wanted most from Grant – a hard-on. She twitched a little watching the effect. Her jugs swayed with youthful grace tracing out an invisible figure eight pattern. She took a deep breath and smiled when those lovely knockers of hers obeyed her unconscious wishes. They shivered to and fro in the most delightful manner she could think of. Turning, she swayed down the hallway ...» |
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