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"Now now Mister! We don't have time for that. We have to meet Naomi in an hour and I still need to make myself look sexy." I ignore the words and my hands move lower over her soapy soft skin, down between her legs and expertly find her clit, but after a couple of minutes of playing she grabs my hand. "Chris I said we don't have time, now behave you horny little thing. I'm getting out now anyhow, and no wanking in here, so wash quickly as you need to make food." Ten minutes later I'm still in the shower and still quite hard. "Leave it alone Chris, we have to go soon." she shouts through the door. "And I want it when we get home later, so get out here!" I do as I'm told, get out the shower, get dressed, slipping on my new tight jeans, a smart t-shirt and a splash of my special aftershave. I go to the kitchen and make some food. Twenty minutes later and I'm sitting on the sofa when that sexy arse enters the room. Simone looks stunning in a simple summer dress, long hair down over one. I looked at the yard, at the weeds growing in the flower beds and noticed how wild the grass had gotten. It was strange; my parents had always been so anal about the appearance of the yard and garden.Carla and I got out of the car and walked up the front walk to the door. I didn't have a key, though if I did I wouldn't have used it. I didn't consider this house to be my home anymore; I wouldn't have felt right about letting myself in. Plus, my dad probably would have thought I was an intruder and may have shot me with one of his guns. As we got closer, we noticed the mail spilling over the mailbox. I glanced at Carla; she had a grim look on her face. I took a deep breath and raised my fist to knock the door but Carla grabbed my wrist before I could make contact. She motioned to the door, making me notice that it was cracked open behind the outer door. I slowly opened the outer door, wincing when it creaked loudly."I'm going to go around back," Carla whispered. I told her to be.
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