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“But then you will never know from where came the fur of the cave bear, will you?”He stops his movement as soon as I speak the last, and turns quickly. “How did you—?” he begins. “I never—” His voice makes an accusation. “You knew what it was all along, didn’t you?”“Yes,” I say.“How did you know? Where did it come from?”I laugh. “From the bear, of course. He had no more need of it after I killed him.”“You’re telling me you hunted a cave bear?” he demands with a scowl.“No sane person hunts a. My fingers teased down to her naval. “Oh” it was wonderful to see that she started to play with her beautiful boobs by touching and pulling the nipples. It was really fascinating scenery. I just reached to her pussy covered with cotton pink underpants. It had been got wet with dripping down pussy juice of her. Then I put my right hand into her pelvis area and found the hair of well grown thick bush. Fingers teased over the pussy with gentle massage. She moaned with sudden pleasure of lower part. It's about a mile; a nuisance." Maybe we'd have a little time and you could show me your room?"I laughed. "Sure. Nothing much there except a closet and a dresser. And a bed, of course." Sounds good to me. Look, I have to go. My locker is next to the computer lab. Meet me there, okay?" I agreed and hung up. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, Lyn and I would be together again. I almost floated away, but a reminder that it was my turn to vacuum the living room brought me back down fast enough.That night I. Sounds fun.G. Now I’m in the den watching a movie. (A little white lie, it was a porn gif site.) J. I thought you would be asleep.G. Not usually.J. Oh well, I should probably go to sleep now, byee!G. Always great to hear from my favourite young lady.J. Haha, I bet you say that to all of us.G. No, you’re the only one I have on my phone.J. What do you mean?I pulled up and posted the only picture I had of Jenny alone. No, she wasn’t the only one of the pictures I had, but she didn’t need to know.
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