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"Move faster, Deborah," Tom called out. He spoke loudly to make himself
heard over Stanley's continuous moaning and gasping. The dark-haired girl lying
on the floor beneath the fat man speeded up the rhythmic movement of her hips.
Her arms and legs were wrapped around Stanley's body, and she was bucking and
writhing under him as though she were in the throes of passion. Her face told a
different story, but Stanley's eyes were too glazed to see it.
Tom sat watching avidly, with Jeannine kneeling beside his chair, slowly
stroking his erect prick.
"Stanley's going to come again," Jeannine said.
"I'll bet Stanley didn't know he had it in him," Tom said. Then he said,
"Kiss him, Deborah."
Deborah raised her head to put her lips against Stanley's gasping mouth.
"I want to see a really passionate kiss," Tom said. "You love Stanley,
remember?"
Deborah's mouth opened wide, and her tongue pushed into Stanley's mouth.
Stanley's groans got louder. His body shook with his approaching climax.
Still stroking Tom's cock with one hand, Jeannine began to unbutton her
blouse with the other. "When she's finished with Stanley," Jeannine
said. "I want her to work on me, Daddy. Okay?"
"Fine," Tom said. "But she's not going to be through with Stanley for
quite a while yet."
Stanley yelled loudly as he exploded inside Deborah's squirming body. He
collapsed on top of her.
"Nice going, Deborah," Tom said. "Now you can start getting Stanley
ready again. With your mouth."
