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Published : 13 September 2020

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Quarryman Part 9
by Isabella

Story Code: M/g, b/g, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Underage sex, Incest, Father/Daughter, Prostitution, Mum/Son, Interracial

Stavros had known Sarah all of her life, he didn't have a whole lot to do with the Clarke string of his extended family, he'd seen Sarah about once a year since she was born, usually when his family had functions in his pub...he'd actually had fantasies about Sarah a few times...like when she was five years old and she'd climbed onto his lap, mistaking him for her grandfather Ron. Stavros' favourite fantasy ages for girls or boys was between five and fifteen years of age, so at five, Sarah had been at the lowest age of his sexual interest and as she wriggled around on his knee, he grew a massive erection against her bottom and he had wished that rather than a family party with three hundred family members crowding around him in his function room, he wished he was on his own with Sarah, perhaps, babysitting for John and Victoria in his flat above the pub where he had 'Tools' that would help him to unlock a five year old girl's pussy for him.

Victoria had spotted her daughter on Stavros' lap and had seen Stavros touching her and kissing her in an inappropriate manner, she had dumped Dawn on John's lap, she rushed over to where Stavros was sitting and lifted Sarah off of his lap. Stavros had run straight for the toilet and he had masturbated himself thinking about Sarah's little body, squirming around on his lap.

The next time he saw the Clarke family, Vicky had made sure that neither of her daughters went anywhere near Stavros, and that was the pattern for the past six years...so Stavros didn't have his usual access to groom a child into his bed..he'd thought that he had lost his chance to get Sarah dancing on the end of his cock but out of the blue the girl came to him, uninvited and not only that, she had brought him a toy to open first.

When Stavros saw Anuja standing naked next to Sarah, she looked more like a six year old rather than the twelve year old that she actually was and being twelve years old, he could work her hard, much harder than a real six year old but still totally fulfil his fantasy of fucking a much younger girl.

When Stavros broke Anuja's hymen, there had been very little blood but she had definitely been a virgin when he finally managed to get his cock all the way up her cunt and while he was fucking her, he noticed that Sarah's cute little arse looked like it had already been well used so instead of fucking Sarah missionary style when he got his erection back, he fook her up her arse and made her clean Anuja's cunt as he took her from behind. Anuja actually sounded like she enjoyed Sarah's oral skills more than she's enjoyed Stavros' cock opening her inner canal up.

After Stavros managed his second climax, he pulled Sarah up off the bed and away from Anuja's cunt, he went to kiss her but changed his mind, she had a full beard and moustache that was as red as her mother's hair colour so he changed his mind, sending Sarah to his bathroom to wash her face and perhaps empty her bum.

Anuja was in the bathroom with Sarah while Sarah was sitting on the toilet, Anuja was washing between her legs and she laughed as Stavros' spunk kept on trickling out of her body.

Sarah pointed out that she'd have to stop dripping soon, "The school bus will be driving past in fifteen minutes so you'll be home in less than ten...you'd better not be leaving a trail wherever you go by then."

Anuja said, "I'm not going to tell my father that I'm on holiday from today so he won't keep me in the shop with him..." Anuja dried between her legs one more time, "...will you be coming back here tomorrow Sarah?"

Sarah shook her head and Anuja suddenly looked horrified..."You have to come back tomorrow, I need..."

Sarah's turn to shake her head this time, "You don't need me to be here, just ask my uncle, he'll be happy to fuck you whenever you want him to."

"You let your Uncle fuck you...that's very bad isn't it...for a Christian I mean!"

Sarah shook her head, "Well, he isn't a real uncle, he's somewhere between an uncle and a cousin and even if I was a Christian, it doesn't mention Cousin/Uncles!"

Sarah left the bathroom and a still naked Stavros scooped her into his arms and took the kiss that he'd been waiting for before saying, "Will you come back again soon?"

Sarah kissed him again and leaned away from him, pressing her belly hard against his cock but he'd used all of his vigour up on the two fucks he'd already had, "I'll come back again soon but I think that Anuja's lost her heart to you...I don't think she finds it easy separating love from sex, she thinks that you won't let her come back if I'm not with her.

Sarah pulled away from Stavros as Anuja left the bathroom, Stavros grabbed a hold of her and ke kissed her passionately before saying, "Will you come back again tomorrow?"

Anuja looked at Sarah and smiled, "Erm...do you still want me to come back again tomorrow even if Sarah isn't here?"

Stavros pulled Anuja back into the kiss, "Of course I do...I want you to be my permanent girlfriend if you'd like that!"

Anuja smiled at his stupid question, "I can come for a few days while my father thinks I'm still at school but as soon as the summer holidays start, he'll keep me in the shop with him all day, every day to keep an eye on me."

Sarah saw Stavros smile, he was probably working on the premise that he'd probably be bored with her after four or five days anyway and he'd only be interested in her for that long if she did everything that he asked her too...when he asked her to let him do it.

The sound of the stripper's music that had been the backdrop to the afternoon's fun suddenly ended and there was an announcement, it asked all the men in the audience to leave the pub as quietly as possible to reduce complaints from their neighbours.

The girls left the pub just as the school bus drove past the end of the road, Anuja kissed Sarah fully on her lips before running to her father's shop so that he didn't question why she was late home from school.

Sarah stood at the bus stop outside of school, getting home would be a little bit like an exam project in its self, there was no bus from the pub to her village direct so she would have to either catch one bus into Kettering and another bus over to Wellingborough and then a third bus to her village. While Sarah was pondering the next best way to get home, she heard someone from the direction of the pub say, "See you later then Bill...drive carefully," and then there was the sound of the heavy door closing and the bolts being thrown. Sarah looked over her shoulder and saw one of the men from her village walking away from the pub.

Sarah had spotted the man with a casual glance over her shoulder, enough for her to recognise him but not enough for him to recognise her...

He was walking towards his car in the pub's car park when Sarah decided to turn and face him to see if he recognised her.

He suddenly stopped in his tracks and changed direction, he walked towards her and stopped close...as if he were waiting to catch the next bus like her. He cleared his throat so that Sarah looked at his face, as soon as he was sure that he had her attention, he said, "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

Sarah just smiled at him, waiting for the penny to drop.

He looked over towards the pub, "Were you just working in there...I'm sure I recognise the school uniform from the schoolgirl act!"

Sarah shook her head, she wasn't sure if Bill was trying to shock her...some men actually got off doing things like that...shocking young girls, standing straight in front of the sign advertising strippers in the pub and inferring that the young school girl was a stripper..."I'm not working for my Uncle Stavros as a stripper Mr Walker!"

Tables turned, instead of the twelve year old girl being shocked, Bill Walker was!

He gave her a hard look, managed to drag his eyes off of her chest long enough to take in the picture of her face, "Do you know me?"

Sarah nodded her head, "You live close to the church and have the sweetest plums growing on your trees in the back garden of your house."

He smiled at her and took a metal tobacco tin out of his jacket pocket, "Do you?" He opened the tin and there was a small clump of tobacco, a block of what looked like ginger cake, a slice of cucumber and three, matchstick thin, hand made cigarettes.

Sarah didn't smoke but then, that wasn't what Bill was really offering her, the contents of the thin cigarettes had minimal tobacco content, just to keep it burning long enough to deliver its heat to the rest of the mixture which looked a little like ginger cake.

"I don't usually smoke Mr Walker..."

Bill stopped her, "Please call me Bill..." he grinned at her, "...or darling if you like!"

"I don't usually smoke but I'm guessing that there isn't much tobacco in one of those cigarettes!"

His grin widened, "Nope...you're right there!"

He took a cigarette out of the tin, popped it between his lips and lit the end, he filled his lungs, held his breath and offered the soggy tip of the cigarette close to Sarah's lips, she took a hold of his hands and placed her lips on the end of the fag, she didn't fill her lungs as full as Bill had just done but she did fill them.

Bill held the smoke in his lungs for almost a minute before exhaling, he looked at his car and then back to Sarah as she exhaled the cloud of sickly sweet smelling smoke.

Bill cleared his throat and then said, "I'd offer you a lift home but I doubt that you'd trust me enough to accept."

Bill was just about to put the cigarette to his lips again but Sarah grabbed his hands and stopped him, "This is good quality, did you buy it from Stavros?" Sarah dipped her mouth to the cigarette again and took another draw. As Sarah filled her lungs again Bill said, "Yes, Stavros sells the best quality drugs in a fifty mile radius!"

Bill took his second turn on the home made cigarette.

Sarah breathed out again, she gave a little cough..."You can give me a lift home on one condition!"

Bill emptied his lungs and smiled as he said, "What's the condition then?"

"That you won't jump on me inside your car, if you want to fuck me, you'll at least take me to bed!"

Bill started a combination of a gasp, a cough, a laugh and a choke, "I'll definitely agree to that!"

He gave Sarah the last turn on the tiny joint and the two of them walked to his car.

Sarah sat on the front passenger seat and Bill had his hand up under her skirt before the car reached the road, he was trying to discover what she was wearing under her skirt but he found nothing, nothing at all, not even the light fur coat he was expecting to find keeping her sex warm.

He drove most of the way to his house with two fingers up her cunt, when they reached Bill's house he told her to wait in the car, "I'll open the garage doors and drive inside...you can get out then where no one can see you!"

Bill was just putting the key into the lock on the garage door when Sarah stood at his side, "People will be more suspicious about what you're doing if you actually put your car away for the first time in years."

Sarah linked her arm in Bill's and they walked down the path at the side of his house, Bill was old school villager, even when he was out of the house, his back door was still left unlocked, just in case one of his neighbours needed to borrow something.

They kissed in the kitchen and Sarah lost her skirt to the kitchen floor, Bill chased her up to his bedroom, he stopped in the doorway and apologised for the mess, Sarah just looked around the room, "Looks like you use the same interior designer as my sister Dawn, early English pig sty!"

Bill stripped Sarah totally naked but Sarah stopped him stripping himself, "I've only got twenty minutes, don't bother undressing all the way, just get on with it and fuck me!"

Sarah was well used to men being a disappointment in bed but then, any man would be a disappointment after three years of fucking with Simon...and Bill was no exception, he'd been watching strippers performing on stage for four hours and had rubbed his cock sore in the process but as soon as his cock was sheathed in Sarah's tight little pussy, he exploded in seconds.

Sarah walked home from Bill's house with his spunk running freely out of her cunt. She went in through the front door and into her mother's office. Vicky was working on her computer, yet another customer with a glitch in his database reporting program, Sarah kissed her mum on her cheek, "Coffee mum?"

"Oh...please darling!"

"Pretty blouse today mum...pity your jeans are so ratty!"

"I was on a video conference call with a customer in Paris!"

"A Parisian customer, very ohh-lah-lah, no wonder you didn't bother with a bra under your sheer blouse...you look very sexy mum!"

Vicky smiled at her remark.

Sarah made her mother a coffee and took it to her, "What time is dad coming home tonight?"

Vicky sipped at her hot coffee, "Late...very late...he had a couple of early finished and tonight he pays for it."

"What time are you going to night school?"

"Usual time, six forty-five."

"You went out a lot earlier than that yesterday!" Sarah said with a massive grin on her face.

Vicky was just about to say something when she was distracted, there was the sound of thunder rolling in from a distance and the loud noise turned out to be a car just pulling up outside, a car that was quite out of place in her part of the village.

Sarah and Vicky stopped talking, the sound of the motor opening the door of the car up in the air was almost silent inside the car but outside, it could be heard through the open window of Vicky's office.

Vicky was at the front door ready to open it as the man knocked, Vicky opened the door and as soon as he saw her he said, "Are you Victoria?"

"Yes, how can I help you?"

He lowered his voice slightly, trying to be more discrete, "A mutual friend said that you might be willing to do a little 'Play for Pay'!"

Vicky stepped out of the house and closed the front door, she was flustered by his outlandish approach, if she hadn't been so flustered, she would have put the latch on the front door lock first before closing the door.

She whispered, "I can't possibly do anything...my daughters are both in the house...who exactly told you that I might be interested in..." Vicky looked nervously behind her, then she tried the knob on the front door, "...I can't possibly do anything in the house and that excuse for a mid life crisis wouldn't be any use...no...quite... quite out of the question!"

Vicky was now looking all around, Sarah could see that her mother was in turmoil, she was biting down on her bottom lip hard now trying to decide on what to do.

Sarah said in a loud voice, "What does it matter who told him you might be interested...you obviously are interested...dad won't be home for several hours and me and Dawn don't care what you do or who you do...we don't even care if you do it for money...tell him how much, how long he can have and what you'll do for the money!"

Vicky was momentarily shocked but then she whispered, "One hundred pounds for thirty minutes of straight sex!"

The man grinned at her, "What if I want something a little more ...specialised?"

"I do oral in with straight sex but I won't do anal...I won't let my husband do that so I'm not going to allow a stranger to do that to me!"

He held out his right hand, "Okay, it's a deal, one hundred pounds for thirty minutes of straight sex!"

Sarah watched them shake hands, Vicky knocked the door and Sarah realised that her mother had shut herself out of the house so she went and unlocked the door for her.

Vicky walked past Sarah without even looking at her, he followed her in, he did look at Sarah and he winked at her and whispered, "Thanks for helping me out there..." Vicky was now almost at the top of the stairs, "...Sam said that you like anal sex, perhaps once I get your mother used to my little ways, she'll double up with you!"

Sarah smiled, she'd already guessed that it had been Sam Granger who had sent the man around to test her mother's willingness to work as a prostitute.

He ran up the stairs, Sarah heard her mother's bedroom close and she started counting in Mississippi's in her head, she managed to get to twenty-five before she heard three very rapid bangs as her parent's bed's headboard hit the wall before she'd said twenty-six in her head and the fourth bang of the headboard against the wall was drowned out by her mother howling at the ceiling.

Sarah was standing at the foot of the stairs, she was just looking up listening to her mother, there was a lot of barking like a dog, howling like a wolf and gasping for breath like an asthmatic who'd lost their inhaler. Dawn suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs, she was looking over her shoulder as she climbed down the stairs...when she got to the bottom step she said, "I was going to ask if dad got home early but that definitely isn't our dad doing that to mum!"

Sarah gripped her sister's shoulders and guided her into the living room, closing the door behind her attenuated fifty percent of the noise her mother was making.

Dawn said, "Who's up there screwing mum?"

Sarah pointed to the plank sitting outside the house, "The owner of that!"

Dawn looked out of the window and wolf whistled, "Wow, nice car! I think that's the Lamborghini Aventador...even if it is the base model it's over a quarter of a million pounds!"

Sarah gave Dawn a suspicious look, "You can hardly see any of it, what makes you think it's a Lamborghini Aventador?"

"Well, our front wall is three feet tall and the top of the car is only about seven and a half inches inches taller than the wall...not many cars that are that low to the road!"

Sarah dragged her sister out to the car to look at the maker's mark, as soon as they stepped out of the living room and into the hall, the volume from their mother doubled and once outside the front door, it doubled again. Sarah looked up, both of the large windows in her parent's bedroom were wide open, there was even an echo reflection off of the wall of the house on the opposite side of the road.

Standing at the back of the car, Dawn had been proved right, it was the exact make and model that she had thought it was, Dawn swooned, she was hugging the back of the car, kissing the manufacturer's badge. Sarah looked at her watch, wondering how much longer Dawn had before the car's owner reclaimed his car.

Her mother had been barking for twenty nine minutes solid...Sarah thought, 'Well, he didn't get his knob sucked...either that or...she had been breaking her life long rules and had been speaking with her mouth full'.

At thirty minutes dead all noise ceased. Sarah used the crowbar blade in her Swiss Army pocket knife to try and prise Dawn off of the back of the sports car.

Vicky opened the front door and stepped out with her arm around the man's waist, Vicky had put her short silk kimono on to see her customer out but soon realised that there was too much wind in the street to stand there in such a flimsy garment and nothing else. So there was one last kiss and she went back in the house and the man walked down to his car and the two girls.

Sarah was still trying to pull Dawn away from the car, she looked at his face and said, "Sorry about all the fingerprints and drool over the back of your car...my sister is in love with your car!"

He smiled at her, "It has that effect on lots of girls, the car was worth every penny I paid for it."

Sarah said, "You didn't get your special request from my mother then?"

He looked confused.

Sarah patter her bottom and his look of confusion changed to a nod of recognition that then turned into a shaking of his head, "No, there was nothing I could offer her that would persuade her to turn over for me!"

Sarah looked at Dawn who was fondling the back of the Lamborghini again. Sarah returned her look to the man, "If you take my car mad sister for a little drive down the 'A-14', give her a high-speed scare in your car and I'll take you somewhere that I can give you your special request 'Al Fresco' if you've got your erection back by then!"

He grinned at her and nodded his head enthusiastically.

Dawn was torn between hugging and kissing her sister for arranging a run out in a Lamborghini Aventador for her and standing at the passenger side of the car to marvel at the scissor operation as the door opened itself. Dawn jumped in the passenger seat and fought with the five point racing seat belt system in the midlife crisis car.

He started the engine and the sound of thunder rolled in again as he twitched the accelerator pedal, the car seemed to leap fifteen feet forward leaving a coating of rubber on the tarmac road surface before forming an arc as the front wheels stopped and the car's tail turned through one hundred and eighty degrees.

Sarah just managed to see the look on her sister's face as the Lamborghini Aventador passed her at almost fifty miles an hour after just one hundred feet of travel, the look on Dawn's was something akin to how she looked when she was going through an orgasm.

Sarah walked down the path to the front door, she paused for a moment, she could hear the sound of the massive six point five litre 'V-twelve' Lamborghini as it left the village and the sound intensified as the driver opened the taps and sped along the main road towards the 'A-14', the closest thing to a motorway in the area. Sarah thought that she heard as the car slowed to take the roundabout leading to the 'A-14' almost four miles away but it could have been that the car was just past the sound barrier separating them.

She went in and hugged her mother, Vicky was sitting on her office chair, a folded towel under her bottom, the front of her kimono hanging open, exposing her right breast, "Good thing the guy in Paris isn't still on the video call mum!"

Vicky looked away from her screen, down to her exposed breast and then up to Sarah, "You'd better go and get changed out of your school uniform if you're going to pay for Dawn's ride in his car!"

Sarah said, "I hope you don't mind mum!"

"No...not really, I only wish I'd let Sam do that to me when I was your age but I've always had a fear of that side of things."

Sarah went to her bedroom and stripped totally, she chose her usual white summer dress with nothing on under it and she made her mother another cup of coffee. She had just delivered it into the small home office when there was the sound of thunder rolling in from the distant hills.

"Sounds like Dawn is on her way back, that sounds like it's coming in on Wash Lane, over Bennett's Top from the Bedford direction!"

Vicky looked up, I think that's an echo, even a sporting car like that couldn't have reached Bedford and come back in such a short time, I think he just ran down the 'A-14' and came back the same way.

The Lamborghini passed the office window doing sixty miles an hour, it braked hard and the tail spun in a half circle again before leaping to a halt at the end of the drive.

Sarah looked at Vicky, "What time will dinner be?"

"Well, I've got at least thirty minutes left on this project...say an hour to be on the safe side and an hour to cook...so, dinner will be in two hours time."

Sarah checked her watch, she nodded her head and then she ran out to help Dawn climb out of the front passenger seat of the car.

Dawn had enjoyed her trip in the sports car very much and as a testament, there was a large wet patch on the leather seat where her cunny had leaked.

Dawn mumbled, "We were doing over one hundred and forty miles an hour on the 'A-14'...I'll never go faster than that in my life unless I go on holiday on an aircraft."

Sarah had given her sister the best late birthday present in the world.

Sarah slipped into the seat, the back of her dress mopping up Dawn's spillage.

Sarah directed the driver to Quarry lane, the rough track that had crossed the hill to the back of her school at one time...that was, until the quarry ate the earth from under the track in the chase for high quality Iron Stone for the smelting plant in Corby.

"You'd better stop here, we need to go up the track on the left and there are pot holes in that road that are deeper than your mid-life crisis car!"

They left the car out on the side of the road and walked along the track holding hands, several stops for kisses along the way up the hill.

He was getting impatient, "Can't we stop here, we're out of sight of the road now!"

Sarah said, "Just a little further...do you like to live dangerously?"

He laughed, "I've just driven on a two lane highway at one hundred and forty-five miles an hour...a highway that doing seventy miles an hour would be classed as reckless but listening to your sister's climax made me drive ever faster."

Sarah thought, 'I wonder just how close to the edge he likes to live!'

They crested the top of the hill and looked down, at that point, the gentle climb up the hill turned into a perilous downward slope to the quarry's edge. The quarry company had installed a wire link fence all along the edge of the quarry and as an additional safety feature, in a line with the old track, they had installed a nine foot length of three millimetre thick Armco crash barrier that reached a height of three feet with a comfortable curved edge at the top.

Sarah and the man skidded on the steep track down to the fence, Sarah pressed her forehead against the wire link fence and looked down over the edge. There was a disconcerting looseness about the fence, Sarah was able to lean a good foot into the fence line before it stopped her, she was able to look straight down, more than one hundred and fifty feet down into the quarry, the only sound at that time of the night was the water pumps keeping the quarry bottom dry, there was no doubt that as soon as they had finished working the quarry and turned the pumps off, this hole in the ground would fill almost to the top with water.

Sarah kissed him one last time and then she discarded her dress, she hopped up on the top of the Armco barrier, wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her legs high, giving him access to her cunt.

He stepped up, a perfect line between his cock and her arse hole. As he pushed his cock up her bum, Sarah gasped and then she giggled, "I'm glad that you're the exception that proves the rule that the men who buy cars like the Lamborghini Aventador are compensating for having small dicks."

He rammed his cock in even harder, getting it in a little deeper, just to prove that he had a larger than average cock.

Sarah settled into his fucking her, she let go of his neck and used her arms to hold her legs as high as she could get them and as she lifted her legs higher, the back of her head pressed into the wire link fence and it started to give way, allowing her to fall backwards slightly, a bit like a hammock, her upper body was right over the edge and his upper body followed hers, he ended up looking down over her shoulder as he fucked her.

He managed to keep up the anal barrage for a full fifteen minutes, even managing to get Sarah to her own orgasm just from having her arse fucked before he emptied his balls into her.

The sex over, Sarah pulled her dress over her head and watched as he cleaned his cock with tissue.

They walked back down the track hand in hand, there were a few more kisses before they reached his car.

She turned down the offer of a lift home, "I need the walk after being folded in half for so long...anyway, you think Dawn made a mess on your leather seat, that was nothing compared to what I'd leave behind if I sat on your seat after what you put up me."

Sarah walked the long way home, she walked past Michael's house, they'd only been living on Hill Rise for a few days and Victoria Taylor hadn't had time to put net curtains up at the windows of any of the rooms yet. Ftom the road, there were five steps down to Michael's front door, the height difference made it a perfect place for a peeping Tom.

Sarah saw Vicky sitting on the sofa wearing a silk dressing gown like her mother's kimono but a little longer, all the boys were wearing were football shorts and long socks, Michael was sitting opposite his mother and Robert was sitting next to her and even from the street, Sarah could see that Robert had his hand at the side of Vicky's hip, his little finger gently stroking up and down against her thigh.

Sarah heard Michael suggest playing cards, she heard Robert asking if they had a table to play on as it would be difficult to play sitting the way they were.

Michael said, "We usually play cards sitting on my mother's bed!"

Sarah saw Michael's mother shiver at that suggestion.

Robert asked how much they usually played for.

Michael jumped in with, "My mum won't play for money...she hates gambling!"

Robert smiled in Vicky' direction and said, "We could play for kisses, the winner of a hand getting a kiss from the looser, one second duration of kiss for each point the winner won by."

Sarah was going to let Michael know that she was there, turn the threesome into a foursome but then Sarah realised that her being there could be a limiting factor on Vicky and also, Sarah had only set her plan in motion so that instead of backing away from her son's sexuality, Sarah had planned to put Michael firmly on his mother's sexual radar!

Sarah watched the group climbing the stairs, she crossed the road to get a better view into Victoria's bedroom. She saw the three on the bed, she watched the first hand being played, watched as Michael leaned across the playing area for his kiss, short but passionate. Sarah watched the second game, saw Robert move in on Vicky, watched as Robert kissed Michael's mother and after a while his hand cupped under Vicky's breast. Sarah watched as Michael carefully opened the bottom half of his mother's dressing gown, exposing her pussy...

"Isn't it lovely peeping at people?"

Sarah almost jumped out of her skin, old Mr O'Brian had been hiding in the bushes of the house opposite the Taylor's house and now he was at Sarah's side, she looked back across the road just as Robert asked Vicky if he'd had his one hundred and fifty seconds yet...Vicky said, "Nowhere near" and with that, the two of them tumbled back into the bed, Robert climbing on top of Vicky as they continued kissing passionately...

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