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“All the crying was a good indicator.” I turned my head and looked up at Erin; our faces were so close that our noses nearly brushed. I guess I was slightly more enlightened than my fellow males. Approaching it, I dropped her on the surface without ceremony. Seeing Bobbi gave me the idea of having her lick my member clean of the dancer’s dried fluids, which sent blood rushing to it again despite having just emptied two loads into my sister’s girlfriend. After everything with Vegas and Natashya, I understand why… I’m just glad we’re okay. “Such a flatterer.” She ground her crotch into mine again in slow rocking motions and kissed my forehead again. No explanation about what was said? Keeping my hand pressed into the middle of her back, I pushed the tip of my cock into her pussy and shoved with my hips. Erin slipped her hand free of mine before anyone had a chance to notice.