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Sandy Robinson stretched her lush young body voluptuously and yawned with pleasure. As her muscles tensed, the short filmy nightgown she wore hiked up until the bottom edge just barely covered her softly-rounded buttocks and upper thighs, accentuating rather than concealing her lovely long legs and swelling breasts. Her flesh was tanned a deep golden color by the hot rays of the California sun.
Sandy was a beautiful girl by any standards. She had the face and figure of a mature young woman, with none of the awkwardness of a teenager. Her patrician features were set off by large brown eyes, perfect white teeth, and short dark hair.
The lovely young girl stood by the side of the disordered bed from which she had just arisen and looked around the luxurious room. Everything was done with expensive good taste, from the costly furniture itself to the thick rugs, brocade drapes, and original oil paintings on the walls. The house suggested money and an owner who would not hesitate to go to any lengths to assure an almost sybaritic comfort for himself and guests.
As she strode from the bedroom into the huge expanse of the redwood paneled front room, Sandy blushed as she remembered her first reaction to Lucy’s suggestion that the two of them might spend a few weeks at her divorced fathers “little cabin at Antelope Lake.” Sandy knew that Lucy’s parents were divorced and that her father worked in television for a major network.
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