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The Furlong Gene
“So what are you thinking of right now, Jake?” I asked him, watching his hand whacking away at his big dick just like mine was sliding up and down my own similarly large hard-on. “Maybe a girl fingerin’ out her pussy and gettin’ it all hot and wet, ready for you to eat it…?” My cousin grinned at me, checking out my chopper getting jerked, as the fattened plum-head of his massive cock swelled more shiny and took on a darker shade of purple. “Sounds pretty good, Shane, but what else you got?” “Okay… how about some fit dude bendin’ over and spreadin’ his arse-cheeks open… so you can see…
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Konan to the Rescue
“Hey, look at that,” Ronda nudged Jerry. “I told you we could set the clock by him.” The bank’s loan officer and new accounts clerk, whose desks were set side by side in the bank branch’s lobby, were leaning into each other and marking the rapid progress of the senior teller to the exit door. Kevin Radcliff had stepped out from behind the bank counter precisely on the stroke of five o’clock. As he breezed past the customer service desks, Jerry made an exaggerated gesture of resetting the time on his wristwatch. “Hot date, I suppose,” Ronda murmured, just beyond—she hoped—Kevin’s hearing. “I wouldn’t count on it,” Jerry responded sotto…