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She started walking. It was getting to be late afternoon when Jerry got back to the house. There was no sign of Heather. He wrote a short inion inside the front cover of the book he’d bought her and placed it on her pillow. He changed into his running clothes and decided he’d take a nice long run before he started worrying. It was quarter till four by the time Heather got back to the house. She drank one bottle of water straight down, getting a bit of a brain freeze, and then grabbed a second. She ate a banana in three bites. She went to her room and placed the water on the nightstand and peeled off her sloppy, soppy clothes. She was pulling on a pair of Fucking sweats and a t-shirt when she noticed the book on her pillow. It was ‘The Little Prince’ by Antoine de Saint-Exupery. She knew the book and its lessons well. Not too different deepthroat from a lesson she may have just relearned on her long walk. She’d doggystyle read it many times as a child and a few times since. She lay back on the bed and opened the book. There was a short dedication: ‘To my favorite cousin Heather: A special book for a special lady. Love, Jerry’. She started to read but after a few pages fell fast asleep. Jerry ran over six miles in the sticky heat. He drank some water and headed to the shower. Heather’s bedroom door was open and he was relieved to see her lying on her bed sound asleep. He tiptoed into the bathroom a few feet away. He turned on the water, stripped and got in the shower. Heather’s eyes popped open. The book was resting on her stomach. She checked her watch; she’d slept about forty minutes. She got up and looked in the mirror. Pretty rough, she thought to herself. Sandy, half-matted hair, reddened face, raccoon eyes where her sunglasses had been. She took off her t-shirt: sharp contrast between the flesh her singlet had and had not covered. Burnt ears that she’d forgotten to cover with the sunblock. She decided she needed a shower too. She peeled off her big cock pants. Naked, Heather walked out of the room Big Dick and over to the bathroom door. She turned the knob quietly and opened the door a crack. There was a mist in the air and a loud pounding of the shower. How far would I get before I started having ‘problems’? I want to find someone who’ll love me for me. Underneath the doggystyle thick skin, Fucking I’m really a girl who loves getting flowers, holding hands, going on dates, being told I’m beautiful. He chuckled at the expression on her face. “Uh-huh,” he grinned, thrusting his finger in and out of my asshole. Abrielle could hear the rustle of clothes and imagined Nina was complying with Daddy's wishes. She lost balance and Big Dick tipped forward helplessly into the water, She was drowning. I smiled, and she figured out that I was just teasing. I almost gagged when I tried to laugh with several inches of his cock in big cock my mouth. Part of Joan-e’s rules were that they had to remove their pants, deepthroat dresses or whatever so that she lay over their naked legs. I said, “Have you ever had a patron finger your pussy?”