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High School ScandalsThere were dolls on a chair and a makeup table that sent swirls of perfume into the air. The bed was queen-sized, and its covers had already been pulled back. The sheets were pristine, the pillows waiting. “Come on in daddy,” she said, and I saw Collins enter, a silk robe drawn tight by the width of his shoulders. Kathy lay down on her bed, making room for them, saying, “I want you both. I want both of you to kiss me and to love me and to fuck me. Do you hear that daddy? I didn’t say do it or make it, I said fuck me. That’s how we’re all going to be, up front with everything from now on.” “Whatever you say,” her father answered, climbing onto the bed. “Over here Dallas,” she said. “I’d like to begin by you two kissing me all over, from top to bottom.” It was a good beginning, for they adored her with kisses, shared her sweetly trembling body with their lips and tongues. They ran questing hands over the sleek, small body, touching her everywhere. Dallas touched heads with Coffins, and sometimes their hands brushed as they caressed the girl, but neither of them drew back. “Now,” she said, “please get on top of me Dallas ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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