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You come by one Tuesday morning, eager to see me after a long stretch without visiting. You have the pumps, skirt and tight sweater you had on back when we were first reunited. I answer the door, a smile on my face and a light in my eyes indicating my happiness at seeing you. We talk, you and I sitting together on the couch, my hand occasionally slipping under your top to tease your sides and stomach. Your hand occasionally slides lightly over my legs, as my expression intensifies, you chuckle, knowing how much that drives me crazy.

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“There she is girls, and she’s all ours,” Vanessa smiled to the two older women joining her in the hot tub. I had just stepped out of the house through a sliding glass door and was discarding my robe. I could hear the loud gasp as the three older lesbians got their first look at me in the bathing suit that Vanessa had chosen for me to wear.

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