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“You don’t have to be so bashful, Dick,” Flo purred, intensifying her manipulations as her fingers flew over his crotch. “You’ve been staring at my tits all day, honey. “Why don’t you give them a feel?”
The boy flashed a lopsided grin and reached up to cup her heavy tits through her halter top.
“What if Mindy comes home and catches us?” he said, his fingertips touching her pointed nipples.
“Mindy will be at the mall for hours,” Flo said, suddenly breathless from the boy’s erotic touch. Her nipples tingled deliciously through the thin material of her halter top. “Now do you understand why I told Mindy I needed your help moving some furniture?”
Dick giggled a high-pitched laugh as his caresses became bolder. He squeezed Flo’s heavy tit-globes, and the thirty-two-year-old blonde swooned lustily.
The boy was unleashing a surge of sexual energy throughout her that Flo hadn’t enjoyed in years. Her marriage to Hank Morgan had been happy enough with the normal share of ups and downs, but recently the couple had seemed to be drifting apart.
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