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She was wearing a tight pink t-shirt and her bicycle shorts. The t-shirt was so tight, that it left nothing to the imagination, and her bicycle shorts...were just as tight. She sat down between my legs, leaning back against me so that she could watch with me. I put my arms around her, hugging her tightly. Of course my hand instinctively found my way down to her pussy and began massaging it through the cloth as we watched television. I kissed her neck and she moaned."Oh Joshua, that feels so. I saw the table already set. Michael must be trainable ... that's a good omen!I pulled out the chair for Stacy, Michael did the same for Mom after she brought her famous meatloaf to the table. "Michael made the salad," she remarked."I figured everyone liked it differently, so I didn't add any vinaigrette to it," Michael said looking proud of himself."Aren't those some of Dad's clothes?" I asked."Michael had to change, he got everything ... wet while we splashed in the pool," Mom said."I hadn't. More

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