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Instead, there was puzzled silence. She wondered if Robert had told the others what to expect when she walked out of the bedroom or if there would be ... delayed reaction. Karen was ready for them to laugh at her. She had her guard up, and yet the laughter at her expense didn’t happen.There were already three naked women in the living room. A fourth didn’t seem that out of place after all.Robert was seated on the couch. He was lounging with Cheyenne at his feet, acting as a footstool. He held a. She stopped herself at that andlet out another exasperated sigh.Anna came out of the closet stark naked and padded over to her bed, herhips swaying, her breasts jiggling slightly with each step. She lay downon the bed. She gently caressed her face with one hand, two fingersgently slipping past her lips. Her other hand found a breast once againand began massaging it gently, pinching, squeezing, rubbing at hernipple in a steady motion. She moaned around the fingers in her mouth,her tongue gently. More

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