“I had a wonderful time, Ray.”We faced each other, not touching, not wanting to arouse further suspicion. I could almost feel Dad’s glare boring...through the closed front door.“Thank you for everything.” I touched the hastily re-pinned corsage, wishing it were Ray’s fingers on the cusp of my neckline once more.“We’ll take a rain check on Ned’s, okay?” he smiled.I had to hand it to him for being such a quick study. “Sure. You know where to find me.”Any fear that Dad’s protectiveness might have. 'She' was feeling light-headed and fatigue. Itwas almost evening now but her stomach was still causing her greatdiscomfort. The fake Rachel had been staying in her room the whole day,even skipping lunch due to the loss of appetite. 'She' was sitting infront of her MacBook Air in a bottomless pink pajama-T with nothingunderneath but a pink and white stripes cotton panties. After browsingthe web for almost an hour, the 17 year-old was beginning to worry abouther symptoms. They could mean more. As I glanced down to her breasts, they were heaving with the blouse just barely managing to contain them. At some point on her journey home, Heather had removed her bra. Heather’s nipples were like little bullets straining against her red silk blouse, her cheeks blushing with anticipation. My pussy ached to feel her long fingers opening my lips apart slowly and slipping inside. My clit throbbed, aching to be teased by her tongue. Lucy coughed, “Will you two behave yourselves. There will be. In the house she located the letter opener and slit open the wrapping. Inside was a nondescript small black box devoid of any hint as to its contents.With anticipation the lid was eased open; Vicky peering through the tiniest of opening trying to anticipate the contents. The darkness inside thwarted her efforts.Her hands began to tremble slightly, she felt like a kid with a surprise present. Finally there was no alternative but to fully open the container.What greeted her eyes was small golden.
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