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I touched the bare skin of her thighs, her back and her stomach. I opened the door and entered her dimly lit room. Her legs were bent, bringing her crossed ankles above a firm, round ass clad in black lace panties. The sun sank as we chatted. “Getting late son,” my dad said as the stars came out. You made it,” she cried, waving and bouncing excitedly. “Yes we can,” I replied, kissing her. That afternoon, I borrowed the car and went to the store to see my dad and clear my head. She drew in a sharp breath, letting it out in a sigh. I kissed her pussy gently and climbed upward. She was a short, chubby girl with acne, frizzy hair and thick glasses that made her eyes look like eggs.
