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we were looking for. But, of course, it was the LAST room we
And, indeed he did keep some "women's stuff" around! Hanging in
a huge walk-in closet, we found outfit after outfit of sexy
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getting fucked tonight...or, sucked..." I was still tingling
"In fact", I said, moving close to her, and sliding the closet
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