Nancy
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It’s About Damn Time!
She had on just a pair of bib overalls when I parked the truck at the top of her driveway … snug, the legs cut off short. Ample tits spilled out past the edges of the bibs.I snapped the first picture before I even killed the engine… a close-up, just the top of her chest and her face, a Jamaican straw hat.
She sat on a captain’s chair barstool, one foot propped on the top of the deck rail; the other leg dangling.She traced a glass of something cool along her inner thigh, all the way up to the spot where the cut-off denim stopped at the very top of her legs.The second picture was a really tight close-up:just her long slim fingers wrapped around the sweat-beaded glass, the smooth golden skin of her leg, a thin thread of denim … and the flat, soft flesh at the top of her legs, on either side of her pussy, a hint of blond pubic hair.
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I had gotten the phone call on the way to work.“You got your camera?” she asked, didn’t even bother to tell me who she was.
“Sure,” I answered.
“ … I sent that son-of-a-bitch’ packin’ … should have done it years ago,” she told me.Then: “Take the morning off … I wantta play,” her words came out of my phone.
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We had known each other ...
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It’s About Damn Time!
She had on just a pair of bib overalls when I parked the truck at the top of her driveway … snug, the legs cut off short. Ample tits spilled out past the edges of the bibs.I snapped the first picture before I even killed the engine… a close-up, just the top of her chest and her face, a Jamaican straw hat.
She sat on a captain’s chair barstool, one foot propped on the top of the deck rail; the other leg dangling.She traced a glass of something cool along her inner thigh, all the way up to the spot where the cut-off denim stopped at the very top of her legs.The second picture was a really tight close-up:just her long slim fingers wrapped around the sweat-beaded glass, the smooth golden skin of her leg, a thin thread of denim … and the flat, soft flesh at the top of her legs, on either side of her pussy, a hint of blond pubic hair.
~~
I had gotten the phone call on the way to work.“You got your camera?” she asked, didn’t even bother to tell me who she was.
“Sure,” I answered.
“ … I sent that son-of-a-bitch’ packin’ … should have done it years ago,” she told me.Then: “Take the morning off … I wantta play,” her words came out of my phone.
~~
We had known each other ...
Get The Full Story At Lusty Library
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