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His foot hesitated several seconds on her bare thigh.Her demeanor, conversation, and outward appearancebetrayed nothing of their little “footsie...” game underthe table. Michael, on the other hand became quite pale.His heart was pounding and he had a very hard erection.“Oh my god!” he gasped to himself. “This can’t behappening to me!!”Then Karen took the initiative. She put her left footsquarely on his erect penis and simultaneously slippedforward in her. “To outgun me,” Flower laughed. “I told her about our conversation when you got home and how you wanted bigger boobs.”“Mom.” Cheri was getting embarrassed now.I took Cheri’s hand and pulled her close. “It’s okay baby, they’re just fucking with us.”“I know,” she sighed. “It’s still mean, though.”“Just a little,” I said, pulling her into my lap.Hazel leaned forward, a look of contrition on her face. “Oh honey, we were just playing.”“No hard feelings?” Flower asked.Cheri looked at her mother for a. More

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