sometime?'
'Why, you little clever twat,' he chuckled. 'I was thinking the same thing.'
Cindi relaxed happily. So many wonderful things lay ahead for her: Lori Lester, Ellen, and even Dotti Fancher-but the best would be John and Neil. Throbbing, gushing prick was where she was really at. A girl had to have that. Nothing else would ever be so wonderful for Cindi since she had finally grown up.
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