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Panting, you notice that you are wearing that smug little smile as you regain your composure, and slip into the shower. As the hot water washes away the traces of your sinful act, a realization hits you. This could be more than a fantasy. You were totally naked when you bumped into her today, and that look of longing she Big Tits threw you… A plan begins to hatch in your head. Chapter Forty-Eight: The True Prize I placed a erotic hand on her ass as I helped her climb Babes into the truck ,still firm I thought.Inside she started commenting on how much room there was ."This softcore sleeper is large enough to have four women your size" I said."Take your boots off "I told her ,"only my boots" was the reply she came back with."Okay your jacket too",then seeing her pants were wet from wading through the snow ."I guess they pantyhose have to come off too" I said brushing the snow off her legs.Her eyes met mine and she gave me an evil grin ,"we dont want to get he bed" I said." 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