Help from Jill

Author: 9964684072

13 October 2021

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My fingers run over her back, crossing the edge between dress and skin. I slam my hand into her right buttock and make sure my thumb lands right between the cheeks. The moisture grabs my skin and holds on tight, luring my finger into her secret alley. 0 - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - They got on with their day. They went to a clothing store and tried on some stuff. Jill handed Amy a dress and told her put it on. It was a retro fifties looking dress with pleated hem and short sleeves and a black belt. She looked like an old school teenager.

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