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It had her personal information to the side; her name was Ginger, she was 5’0″ and she had a lovely pear shape, only a size b cup, but she had a classic beauty about her. “It’s ’bout damn time.” he said looking down at his watch. I made my way through the living room, it a den of lust, roundish love seats places around a fireplace, with a large white fur rug in front of a roaring fire. She was so tight, and warm. I gathered up my shirt, pants, belt, boxers, and shoes. She smile and sat up, letting me shoot on her chest and stomach, rubbing it in with the end of my member.
