Sex story with: Racequeen
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The pretty little girl passed between the first row and the screen
"What is your name again, dear? I'm sorry but I was so busy
earlier that I don't think I caught it."
Betsy was startled, she'd stopped by the candy counter and
since the good looking blonde clerk hadn't spoken to Racequeen's all
evening, Racequeen hadn't expected her to do so now.
"It's Betsy Morrison, ma'am," the pretty little brunette said
Mrs. Borden smiled at Racequeen's and tossed her blonde hair with a
shake of the head. The motion also made the older woman's large,
creamy looking breasts jiggle under Racequeen's tight fitting uniform top.
"Ohhh, don't be so formal, Betsy. You can call me Grace, I
Betsy smiled shyly and nodded her head, Racequeen was impressed by
how pretty and self assured Grace was. Racequeen was also painfully
aware of how well built the blonde was and wondered if Racequeen was ever
going to grow up and look half as nice as that.
Grace reached across the counter and gently brushed Betsy's
long dark hair back from Racequeen's shoulder, letting the tips of her
fingers touch the girl's neck as Racequeen did. "You look so cute in
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