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"Well, I'm also having sex with them," I put on the record too.Tammy and Wendy just had to check me out, and they seemed to be impressed."Wow, no kidding, Jeanette?" Wendy wanted to know.To prove that I wasn't bullshitting them, she came over to me, and made out with me for about a full minute. I knew we had kind of gotten off track there, but the funny thing was, I loved not knowing where it was all going."No kidding, Wendy. Whether she thinks so or not, she is the best step mom there is. Bar none, and she knows how to eat pussy," Jeanette told Wendy.After that, Jeanette went right back over to Tim, and super glued their lips together. The three of us watched them go at it nonstop, for a full ten minutes. My panties were drenched, and I just knew that their panties were soaked too."You really want a baby with me, Tim?" Jeanette asked."Yes, you can bet your smooth ass I do," Tim replied."Then get me knocked up right here, right now. I want you to put a bun in my oven, and love me way. But hot damn, I got an instant boner. She was wearing a sexy purple padded bra, wish pushed her cleavage together. Her tummy was slim and toned, her tits nice small and round and damn if it were acceptable, I would have pushed her down and fucked her right then and there.She went to the bathroom, and a minute later she came back out. Now dressed more modestly in jeans and a green flannel shirt. "Where are you going?" I asked as she passed by the doorway, unfortunately fully clothed this time. "Your mom and I are just going to visit a friend, we'll be about two hours. The PlayStation's all yours k**do," she replied, running down the stairs. When I had an instinct to go to the bathroom. I paused the level and left the room as I heard my mom and aunt leaving. "Have fun!" My aunt shouted, locking the door behind her.I grunted in response and entered the bathroom to do my business. When I finished, and was about to leave, something on the basket beside the sink suddenly caught my eye.My.
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