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He stammered with uncertainty, but Vegas silenced him with another kiss. She kept it quick, because in the next moment, she had to make room for Merce...es to draw his shirt up and off. Underneath, his chest was as smooth and firm as Vegas had felt it, though his skin was light – he didn’t often go without a shirt, apparently. All three girls pounced him at once. Stacey held a kiss to his mouth; Mercedes nuzzled his throat; and Vegas kissed over his chest. He moaned for them, squirming so cutely. “No, Mom—it’s definitely not Daisy. That train has left the station and it’s never returning. I’d tell you more, but I have to run to catch a train into the city. Okay, see you Saturday afternoon around three. Bye, Mom…love you.”“There you go—you’ll meet my folks around three Saturday afternoon…more than enough time to get over any nervousness.”“That’s easy for you to say.” I just laughed and pulled Sara from the bed and into the shower. By now we were completely familiar with each. More

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