'Uhh huh," she responded in the phone."How's that dumb conference going. Is your petty clothing line selling? I put up a lot of money for your stupi... idea."I inserted a finger deep inside Greta as my thumb rubbed her clit. Her hips rose as I began to finger fuck her."Aaaahhhh," Greta let go as I inserted as second finger and rubbed her clit harder. The phone fell to the floor as she arched her back."Greta... Greta... What the hell is going on?"I leaned over and picked up the phone. Greta. I glanced over at Ginger. She was sitting straight, staring right ahead. Her hands were folded demurely in her lap. Nothing was said for the thirty-five minutes to reach home. I parked in front of the garage and sat for a minute. One more time she said, "Pete, I'm going to miss you so much. Think of me sometimes when you're wandering around in the dusty bowels of some old monastery." I will Ginger. You can be sure of that." Ginger got out and ran into the house. Mom had been waiting inside for. More

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