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"All of this was of course true but it's not something I wanted to mentionas I was pretty sure I knew what was coming next."Could you come and help me out maybe watch a game give me some advice." Eh I'm not sure I." Please the next games on Saturday we really need to win," Emma said witha pleading look in her eyes."Would be a feather in your cap if you could Christine. Graham is verykeen for the school to show up better in sports." Eh I will think about it, now eat up."Once the main course was over, I excused myself for a minute from thetable and walked through the kitchen."Clare can we have a word." Just a second while I get desert out of the fridge."I stepped outside and grabbed my cigarettes lighting one I blew a cloudof white smoke into the night sky.A minute or so later Clare emerged."Can I have one?" she asked looking at the pack."We quit," I said."Ok what's up," she asked as I handed her the pack and lighter."Do you know what you have just done." No." Sacrificed half of my. Feeling rather ballsy, I quickly led her in one of the lush new restrooms. She kissed me again, making out further in front of the mirror, my erection getting bigger by the moment.“Damn, your lips,” I whispered hungrily. At this time, she already took off her shirt, showing her bra.“What about them?” She said. She licked them.“So sexy.”I kissed her aggressively, leading her into the stall. She moaned softly, as I quickly undid my pants and lowered my boxers to reveal my erect penis. She began sucking on it. My toes began to curl.“Oh shit. Oh fuck. Suck it for me.”She looked at me, moisturizing her beautiful juices on my erect penis. While she looked at me, she unhooked her bra and unfastened her shorts.“Let me see that ass,” I said hungrily. She turned around, dropped her unhooked bra that she was holding and lowered her shorts, showing purple panties.“Ooh.”“You like them?” She said, teasing with a little twerk. I smacked it firmly before lowering her purple panties. I wet my.
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