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Ik zei wacht even dan pak ik even een washand en een handdoekje dan kun je jezelf even opfrissen van onderen voordat je een schoon slipje aantrekt”. Ik ging even naar het keukentje en kwam terug met een doekje en een handdoek. Blijf maar even liggen, dan zal ik je even helpen en een beetje droog maken zei ik. En voor ze het wist was ik bezig haar kutje te wassen en haar droog te wrijven met het doekje. Maar in plaats van droog te worden werd ze alleen maar natter. Zo te merken vond ze het heerlijk om het doekje over haar glad geschoren kutje voelen. Ze werd bloedgeil, en lag zachtjes te kreunen. Dat was me niet ontgaan, en ik zei dan ook “zo ben jij een beetje geil aan het worden hier”. Ze kreunde toen ik plotseling een vinger in haar kutje stak. Sorry, zei ik, ik kon er niets aan doen, maar ze kreunde alleen en duwde haar onderlijf met gesloten ogen tegen mijn vingers op, en kreunde ga doorrrrrr ohh.Voor ze er erg in had en wist wat er gebeurde, had ik haar armen aan de. “In your dreams…” she said with a stern look, she turned heel and began walking away from me…“Wait, Wait….” I screamed after her.“What?” she asked turning back.“Let’s play Table tennis.” I told her.“Ok…” she conceded.We went to the basement where the Table was located; My loins ached at the sight of her, Her clothes made her look slutty, and The bitch!!! She knew I’d become horny at the sight of her, That’s why she’d dressed up like this, To show me what I couldn’t have!! To tell me that she’d never spread her legs for me!!! “Okay, 15 point game, you serve first”: she said.“Hey sis” I called to her.“What?” she asked, heading towards her side of the table, swinging her hips?“How about a quickie on the table before we play?” I said.“Only in your dreams, asshole. Now play…” she said.“You’re the prettiest slut I’ve ever seen” I told her.“You’re the cheapest gigolo I’ve ever seen’ she shot back.Five minutes later, I stood perspiring clutching the table, The score was 15-4, and it wasn’t in.
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