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Dusk was settling over the city as Sally followed her friend Jim across the grassy lot to the rear of an abandoned warehouse. The factories that lined the nearby river spewed forth their black smoke and ash, which spread out over the city like a gaseous dome and thus added to its gloom.
The two teenagers made their way through the broken bottles and empty beer cans and junked cars, choking on each deep breath, until they came to the boarded up rear door. There they passed through a well-used space between two of the boards, Sally having a little difficulty with the tight squeeze, what with her big tits and big, shapely ass. But Jim was happy to help her, his hand guiding her ass through.
Once inside the familiar building, they climbed the rickety stairs to the second floor, then walked into one of the empty offices. There was no furniture in the dusty room, but there was an old mattress on the floor. The kids went right to it, giggling with each step.
“This is a neat little hide out,” said Sally. “How did you ever find it?” As she talked, she unsnapped her halter.
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