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It was her Uncle Dave who got Sue O’Riley wondering about things. He was spending the night at her house in the suburbs.
Dave had the guest room. No one had stayed in the room since last year when Sue’s girlfriend, Jamie Johnson, had spent a weekend. That was back when Sue and Jamie were cheerleaders in school. They had spent one night going through tons of pictures that showed them cheerleading, going through them for the yearbook they were putting together.
Sue was a ravishing slip of a girl, then, just over five feet, her body tight and trim, not an ounce of fat, and her hips were lush and girlish. Her ass was a work of art, full-blown, and her tits were already ripe and big as oranges.
This combination of perfection, her youth plus sexiness, would have been enough to drive most men mad, but Sue was also beautiful.
She had dark skin, brown eyes, and brown hair that she wore in bangs on her square-cut face. Her lips were like juicy slices of watermelon.
Her face radiated youthful, innocent beauty, but under her young facade there was something about her face that was like a magnet–a turn-on.
She could have been the subject of any boy’s wet dream … or any man’s.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.