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It was our turn on the patio chaise lounge. Danny was over at Ruth and David’s house but he’d be back any time now. Mom pulled back to look at me....Both of my nipples had popped up.“You’re a peach, Charlie!”She meant it literally. Danny and I used like a gallon of sunblock a day. It only took one unfortunate incident for us to learn to wash it off any body part that might go inside anywhere. The stuff tastes disgusting, and I heard from Ruth it really stings if he doesn’t wash himself before. She is in her early fifties but she takes very good care of herself and looks younger than that. And she is very religious so I am very careful what I say around her. So this night we finished even more early than normal. The whole place was cleared out and it was just Shelly and I. Shelly was in a great, flirtier mood. She had on her tennis shoes, little shorts and a tank top that showed plenty of cleavage. We had all the lights off in the building except for the bar. We were sitting and. Later, I was teased mercilessly, especiallyby Lauren, who commented what a good mother I would be and that I wouldmake a nice wife to Brad and bear his children. We all laughed atthat. It was dark now and I decided I would go home dressed as I was.My coat would cover my dress and the hood would over the cheap wig andheavy makeup. I packed all my stuff, kissed Jen, Lauren and Stella andwent home. My mind was on Little Nicky. Why was she so fascinated withCinderella and then me?I had to work. It was too much. He tried slowing down to draw out the feeling but Cheryl screamed to him, "No, faster. Keep going faster. I'm going to cum again." And so he sped up his thrusting again and felt Cheryl's body tense and her orgasm begin. He could feel the waves of passion going through her cunt muscles and with a final plunge deep inside, Bill came as well. And came and came. This time, it wasn't just three or four spurts of cum, but 8 or 9. Bill just kept pumping his cum into Cheryl's body..
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