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Samantha had knocked over a flowerpot outside Emily’s house while watching their lovemaking. Just then, the doorbell rang. xxx Say tonight, at about 7?” Greg said, smiling fully now. She shut the door and looked through the spyhole at the pizza guy. shirt and rubbing her nipples through her bra. Emily, meanwhile, was thinking the exact same thing. “Shit! Emily cooed, and removed Hazel’s socks, now kissing Hazel’s belly. “Ah shit, the phone!” Emily picked up the phone, while Hazel returned to her friend’s pussy. day) a technician had been sent to tinker with the gym heater, and it was fully functioning again. class that week, as she would get to see her best friend in a small amount of clothing again.
