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Buddy popped his middle finger out of Maureen's mouth, and poked in his ring and pinky fingers together. 'Ooooh,' he said. 'So tight and wet. Love it. Suck, honey, suck.' |
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Sheila, sitting on the floor near Lou's chair, twisted her head around and scowled up at him. He knew his face was red. He knew he was panting some. He hoped Sheila didn't know the reason why, and just thought he was upset. At least his legs were crossed so she couldn't see the bulge. He shook his head to show her just how disgusting he considered Buddy's behavior. |
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'Thank you so much,' Buddy said. He took the fingers from her mouth, clutched her breast and squeezed it through the shirt. She gasped and her lips peeled away from her teeth. 'Just drying off,' he said. He turned his hand over and wiped its back against her shirt. Lou watched how it pushed her breast in, and how the breast came springing back when it went away. |
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'I don't believe you,' Sheila said. |
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Buddy grinned at her. 'If you don't like it, go home.' |
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'I don't think we should all just sit here and let him do stuff like this.' |
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'Buzz off,' Cyndi told her. 'She deserves anything she gets.' |
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Buddy jammed his left hand into Maureen's mouth. All four fingers at once. She choked, grabbed his wrist and shoved his hand out. As the fingertips cleared her lips, he drove his right fist into her belly. |
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