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mingly intertwined.
Agent Charles Davis of the U.S. Department of Sex had made his first
match.
I went into the kitchen, made myself a peanut-butter sandwich and a
glass of milk, and returned to the balcony. They were still kissing!
The girl's female companions were standing around looking
exasperated, and one of them tugged at Nao's shoulder, trying to get
her attention. Finally their mouths parted, and the newly-met couple
turned toward the other two girls, who were shaking their heads,
waving their hands, and saying things to them I couldn't hear from my
balcony. Finally the whole group left the beach, the two red-circle
girls leading the way and the couple trailing behind, his arm around
her shoulders, their bodies pressed together. One thing's for sure,
I thought. I certainly made THEIR day!
I went to bed that night thinking about those sexy bodies and the
sight of that passionate embrace and kiss, and my horny mind imagined
what they'd be doing together in bed at that mom
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