The boy was right. They had been playing tennis, with his manifest intention looming over her. As he felt the threshold of soft wetness he froze and said, “Lucy, are you sure?” She whispered, “Yes,” and guided the top of his penis into her vagina. You two can talk in Lucy and Shar’s room for a few minutes. She laughed. This formality irked her: she wanted to play a little, romp. They walked two by two to the car, looking the part of 267 two weary spouses supporting their drunken mates after an all-night bender.
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