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Similar grunts and groans were coming from the other sofa, and I really hoped Mrs. Williams had taken a powerful sedative before retiring. With her shirt open, Annabelle’s tiny tits were available for my attention. Her nipples were hard little nubbins, centered on their soft little breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no effort to hold her up by the chest. When our mouths met again and our tongues tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. Mouth, crotch, chest, hands, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my nipples, and I somehow knew the coming orgasm would be a special one. I tried to postpone it as long as I could. I at least wanted to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his girl with sloppy thrusts and increasing grunts. 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