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lute hh “You don’t want to fuck me again?”“Well, yeah, but…”“You’d rather go back to trying to finger Missy Yeager? And getting shot down all the time?”
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lute hh “You don’t want to fuck me again?”“Well, yeah, but…”“You’d rather go back to trying to finger Missy Yeager? And getting shot down all the time?”
Also we already know Scarlett gets the Cougar Commander.Seriously that whole family deserves to find some love. Sandra and Claire should like get inverse guys (or gals)- Sandra gets a nice, straight arrow who weens her off crime and Claire gets a master/mistress who deep down cares about their superheroine gf/slave. And mom... I think she just wants someone to mindfuck her up every night XD.
Sarah stayed in that same position for a while, curled in ball right by his side, playing with his body hair and breathing in his scent. As she was thinking about making her retreat her hand strayed a bit too far down his belly and hit something scratchy. Though about to fall asleep, this curious sensation brought her out of it. She had pulled her hand back as soon as she felt it, but she once again brough her hand out to her dad’s stomach, fingers on her outstretched hand trailing down his flat stomach and just above his pelvis. With her pinkie finger she pressed down and felt that same patch of scratchy hair. Her sleepy mind finally registered what it was. It was his pubes.
Mrs. B. was a great teacher for 10th grade English. Funny, engaging, personable—and a bit flirty. She was in her late-20s, just a couple years out of The University of Michigan, cute, nice body and flaming red hair that cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. She knew the boys all lusted after her and she did nothing to discourage our interest. Students even gave her a nickname, “Bubbles.” The administration was not pleased, but Mrs. B. didn’t seem to mind. She liked the attention. Oh, and I think that we actually learned a lot of English Lit between the horsing around.
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