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” I smirk a little and Dad gives me a hug before stepping out of the room. I quietly finish packing when I get a text message about an hour later fr...m Kori telling me to come over and look nice. It takes me a few minutes to get some slacks on and a white button up shirt before grabbing my coat and heading out the front door. It’s a cool afternoon walk to Kori’s parent’s home. It takes me a half hour to get there and when I do I see no vehicles their home. I knock on the door and wait about a. “Take her down,” the old woman said. “I get a breast,” the black woman said. “I want her pussy next time.” “I’ll take a breast,” the old woman said. “I want to be eaten,” one twin said. “I want Candy,” the other said. “Candy?” Tina asked. “Me,” the blonde smiled. “It’s my stage name. I was once a guest here like you are tonight.” “Oh,” Tina said. She found herself on her back. Candy held up a butt plug and turned it enticingly in. She probably thought it was fine, having married in her mid-teens herself. Yes, my family had a long history of marrying, and breeding, early. It would not have been a big surprise if I did end up marrying Ronnie, I figured. After that lunch, my subconscious began developing a plan to do precisely that. Dinner was outdoors as well, and was more-or-less a repeat of lunch. The guys broke tradition, and did a little more work after dinner, until 7. 7 was as late as my Grandfather would ever. “Doesn’t your dad have cameras watching this place?” I asked.“Of course,” she said. “But they’re dormant unless something sets off the alarm.”“So he has no way of seeing us right now?”She nodded as she pulled her bag from the trunk.“Good. I’m not waiting longer.”She began to smirk as I came upon her, pushing her back against the car. I kissed her with all the lust and desire that was boiling inside of me. She met my lips with as much eagerness and wrapped her arms around me. Our tongues met.

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