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All the kids were leaving the park with their parents or by themselves. I was really doing this. My cheeks burned. Every massage sent ripples of delight down to my cunt, building a new incestuous ache. My bush rubbed into hers. What was wrong with me? We pumped them in and out of as we kissed, breasts pressed tight. Mom was running the A/C. “How did we do this?” Denise asked. My blood screamed through my veins. “Debra!” she whimpered. My phone beeped. But it could be her. I pulled them on then glanced at my desk. Since we started getting hair on our pussies and growing tits, it had become what we loved. There were no surprises on how she felt on my tongue and lips. My mirror.
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