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stand up and rub
your big old thing in front of the mirror." This must have been a part of
a routine, because Mr. Darnes started gathering his pants back up as soon
as Liz started talking.
With his enormous cock rigid as a bar of iron, the gardener hobbled over to
the mirror and again dropped his pants around his ankles. Little Liz took
his place on the couch, placing Aya's heels on the edge of the cushion so Aya's
panty-clad crotch was visible to Mr. Darnes as he stared at Aya's image in
the mirror and resumed stroking his foot-l
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