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3:00 pm. On a Sunday Philadelphia, PA "Charlie, do you know what the Waitress has been up to since the musical?" "No, not really. I've kinda lost track of her. Why do you want to know?" For once, Charlie hadn't seen the woman of his affection for a while. Dee had been out with the Waitress before, but it hadn't gone as she'd hoped. She had tried the friendship avenue, but this time she was interested in something a bit different. "You're interested in her again, Deandra?" asked Dennis. He and the others had just come back from one of their silly and oftentimes dangerous adventures that Dee thankfully had skipped this time. "I wouldn't try her again. She was nice for a few bangs but afterwards she kinda gets on your damn nerves." Frank loudly proclaimed. "I, too would echo that statement. The carnal pleasures just don't rank highly at the end of the day." mused Dennis. "You guys are making ol'

Phoebe and Sasha were met with a large splash as they went into the lake. Violet's daughters were already in there, horsing around and such. Although they started out holding hands, they soon were splashing around playfully with the others. "Have you been out far?" Phoebe asked Sasha. "No... shall we?" They kept walking, rejoining hands, and eventually swam out on their backs. The youngest jumped on Sasha's. She didn't mind. Phoebe was the only thing she really cared about. The Walthorpe girl struggled to stay on as the inevitable kissing began. Of course, she could swim too.  The nude bald women toweled off and split. Violet's girls walked back to the house when they heard a car in the background. They got a quick look- it was a woman. A woman with hair. The three sprinted back to the house and told their mother. Violet quickly put a robe on and stepped out. A few streets over, the woman's car engine had burned out. She got out, looking around.

Clit-Tasting in the Convent, Part 3 The nuns were fucking their way through the whole convent. Soon, there would be no nun left who hadn't had the taste of pussy. Who knows, one day Mother Aramea might do one of them dirty. Probably not, though. Ines, though, was sleeping with Sister Bernadette one night. Bernadette was actually older than Aramea. She was much more relaxed and passionate as well. Bernadette came into the room in a nightdress and put the light out. "Good night, Sister Ines." "Good... Good night." Several hours passed. Bernadette was asleep, but Ines couldn't for the life of her. She heard Bernadette muttering in her sleep about a fellow nun... quite romantic, then sexual, then both at once. She wondered if it was a memory or a fantasy. Whichever, it was rather arousing. Ines could feel her ladyparts getting wet. She tried not to go too crazy. Touching herself silently, she knew how to keep things modest. Unless one was listening