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  • Charlotte that’s lovely - you can come anytime you want! I’ve kept your old room and everything, of course you can stay here. You don’t have to ask.’ ‘Thanks Dad. There are still a few days left of term left, but I was just checking you were, y’know, ok with it all. If I arrive on Saturday, then stay Indian a week, and leave on Sunday - is that good for you?’ ‘Oh Charlotte, you can stay for as long as you like. I’m not sure if you’d survive considering we still don’t have wifi here, but I’m more than happy to...well, just have you around.’ ‘Awww, Daddy! You’re the sweetest. I can’t wait. See you soon!’ ‘Bye darli-’ but she had already hung up. The crunch of tyre on gravel plucked Richard out of Teen his hazy sleep. Instantly he stood up and made amateur his way to the front door. He still felt groggy, and had to fiddle with the lock before opening it. Swinging her legs out of a silver Ford Fiesta was Charlotte. Charlotte was undeniably gorgeous. Her rich brunette hair was tied back neatly behind her, falling down behind her shoulders. She had softcore a delicate nose, and wide, laughing, sky-blue eyes. A pair of large sunglasses was pushed up to her hairline, and she was wearing small silver earrings, a white top with denim shorts, and sandals. I couldn't control myself much longer. I will make sure they know who is to blame for their Teen fates. From there I handed out one to Jill and one to Dakota. The college had indicated to her that if she found a hiding place with a computer terminal, that they would let her continue to pursue her studies under an assumed name. Dad trudged in. He was a handsome man. I remember Mom, before she passed, called him “My Italian Stallion” in conversations with her friends. At the time her abilities were well known to many others. Sekhar was in a dilemma. cool air, not cold air. "It is fine," I said. She told us that sounds softcore perfect. “Fuck!” Deana moaned. Good god, there must have been nearly a quart of warm, white sticky cum in the bag. You're my little whore!" I opened the door and I was back on my way home…. “Where we can destroy Indian the phylactery.” “Could you give us some privacy,” my wife said, her voice still amateur tight. “UGGGHHHHH AAAAWWWW GAAAAWDDDDD,” Becky cried. I would be the first in our family to go to college.