landmark between her thighs. Caron looked at the hairless slit, tried to imagine Sheila licking it, then tried to imagine herself licking it. Who knows, she thought, who knows what is coming next?
Down below, on the causeway from the mainland, they could see Lou and his VW, racing home with that case of champagne. Party tonight. And tomorrow? Tomorrow would have to take care of itself. For Caron, for Sheila. They were trusting their pussies and their hearts, and maybe this time their trust would be rewarded. It wasn’t too much to ask of life, and Caron knew that the chance was worth the risk.
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