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The Porsche sat right outside the front door. I stepped outside, holding my present over my groin. I remembered the trees from last night but I still looked left and right to make sure the trees were still there, still blocking the view of the front door.
I put the present on the roof of the Porsche and opened the passenger-side door. On the front seat, a brand new (and expensive-looking girl in pantie) gray sweater sat on top of my neatly folded clothes, and the phrase “comings and goings” ran through my mind. Lara had had a busy night girl in pantie after I went to sleep. My torn shirt was nowhere to be seen. I turned back to Lara, saying, “This sweater looks—“ but Lara wasn’t there. The front door quietly swung shut. And then the lock turned.
A humming girl in pantie sound followed by a clanking noise came from girl in pantie the direction of the street. I turned around and, through the trees, saw a red-and-white cab waiting as the gate started to roll open. |
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