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A few tried, and failed. I still went every night. I didn't miss her that much. But hell, what else did I have to do on a rainy Saturday morning? I found the house a little after noon with the reluctant help of a few suspicious natives. It wasn't the picture of squalor, but it was a damn close first cousin. A young boy sat hunched forward on the front steps, dwarfed by a background of dark windows and peeling paint. He didn't look up, even after I pushed the wooden gate aside and stopped three steps in front of him. When I asked for her, he called her name just once, still preoccupied with his work. She appeared behind the screen-door, beaming. Then, after four bounding steps across the planked porch, her arms were around me, her belly pressed against mine as she buried her face in my chest. Over her shoulder, I saw a frail, blonde, three-foot replica watching us, her eyes now locked on mine from below. As Sunshine led me inside, the little girl burst into tears. The boy on the steps. She also felt the damp spot between her legs but she was too excited to be embarrassed. After shots of the pair facing to the side and facing front with Emmas face right next to Simons . . . Ross spoke again. Okay Simon. Put her down and then pick her up facing you. Emma grab him around the waist with your legs and put your arms around his shoulders. Simon did as instructed. He lowered the younger girl then turned to face her. Grabbing Emma under the arms he lifted her and her legs went around him. When her arms went around his neck, her bra was against his chest and her face was right next to his. Shifting his hands he joined them under her tight little ass to support her. When he felt her soft ass cheeks, he also felt her shiver at the contact. Emma found herself breathing more quickly as she relished the chest to chest contact. Also she was acutely aware that her pussy was only a few inches above Simons cock, separated by only two thin layers of fabric. Looking over Simons.
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