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She had her breasts bare in front of a boy, playing with them. She rationalized it was just a wicked fantasy. “It will do as a serviceable field repair” she conceded, trying not to be too critical. She took a half step nearer. There was an exhilaration in the freedom his absence gave her. Her girlfriends had similar masturbatory dreams about their fathers. “Here, let me show you. “Before he left he told me to keep the young men out of here. Sprockfuddle would lament what a great screw she had been the way she wiggled and cursed at him as she moved her hips in an effort to thrust him off of her. Kivan could see that despite the amount of sweat coming from her pores she had taken the effort to be as clean as the floor she stood on.
