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Walking around to the back of the truck, he looked inside the truck and made sure that it was empty. He climbed up the bumper and pulled the door down. He swung the latch and locked it closed.Turning around, he was startled to find the Sheriff standing right behind him. He screamed, “Shit, you scared me.”The Sheriff laughed and said, “You didn’t look around once. I was wondering what was on your mind.”“Oh, I was just thinking about how much my life has changed since they came into my life.”Dale patted Glen on the shoulder and gestured towards the house with his head. The two men walked up to the house talking about the nature of changes that Glen had experienced. More people were arriving, including various owners of businesses that they frequented. The head of the orphanage was going to come later. The priest of their church was already there. He had come to bless the house at the request of Cliff and the twins.Glen went inside the house and was immediately met by Oliver. Oliver. “Damn,” Leo groaned when she squeezed him. “Fuck – you know how to work that pussy.” Karen squeezed him again. “You like that?” “Hell yeah,” Leo responded, and then gave her a few quicker pumps of his hips. “Ah! Yes!” Karen cried out as the hot friction sent electric tingles running through her. “Oh, faster.” Leo shifted his stance a little, and increased the speed of his thrusts, now grunting from the effort. “Oh! Oh yeah. Right there. Right there. Harder. Give it to me.” Leo did exactly that, the first tickles of his own eruption building in the buried head of his cock. “Damn, I love that sexy talk.” “Take me. Make me come. Fill me up,” Karen continued to encourage him as she reached back to rub her clit. A loud, sharp grunt burst from Leo’s lips as he thrust hard into her depths, tugging her hips back toward him at the same time. Karen cried out as his cock penetrated even farther, just shy of bumping against her cervix. Her breasts began to swing as his body collided with hers,.
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