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As she handed me the coffee she moved to stand beside me on my right. As she did, her left nipple drug across my arm. It seemed the heat from her brea...t seared the hair off my arm. I looked at her eyes and saw a sparkle and smile.I went to the counter area and sat on one of the high chairs there. Just as I sat Carlos came into the kitchen from the patio. He also was without a shirt. Carlos took a cup and poured some coffee then came and sat next to me."Seems Anita wants to dress like everyone. 'That's because she's just a kid. Her mother looked just like that thirty years ago.' Lindsey's mother did not have a belly button ring, though, something he knew about, and she was not waxed clean down below, something he knew now, but wished he didn't. Nikki was fully a woman, but sexy as she was, it was hard not to see Lindsey as just a girl, which only made him hate himself even more for checking her out. He was not looking at her like she was his daughter.The way her sister and father were. More

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