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“Thanks for picking us up Dad!,” called out an athletic honey blonde girl.
Danielle was hurriedly walking toward the sidewalk of a busy one lane road from a wide grassy track and field area, flanked by two other girls at each of her sides. She climbed out of the back of the car so as to stand on the sidewalk next to her.
“Shotgun!”, she innocently called out.
Danielle clicked the seat back into position while she briefly stood outside the car and then excitedly hopped into it. Frank blinked, inwardly chastising himself from checking out a school girl’s developed chest. His muscles were still tense and his balls were achingly sore. Her legs were a gentle shade of tan, with no noticeable hairs along their smooth but firm surface. I mean, I thought that it was what you wanted,” Danielle continued.
