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    Lady Death wearing nothing more than a black bikini top, matching cape, bottoms with gold skulls dotting the waistband with garter belt straps holding up matching mid- thigh high stockings. Her eyes slyly flickered down noticing slight movement within his shorts. "And just think me strutting around in that, hanging onto your arm

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    her dark curly hair spread out in in a lush fan. Her skirt was 10 feet away next to the matching yellow purse where I'd thrown them; her blouse hung in shreds and the plastic front snap on her bra was broken, leaving it hanging off of her as an irrelevant scrap of blue lace. What modesty she had left was only preserved by a matching pair of light blue lace thong panties nearly the same color as her eyes.
    Lady Death wearing nothing more than a black bikini top, matching cape, bottoms with gold skulls dotting the waistband with garter belt straps holding up matching mid-thigh high stockings. Her eyes slyly flickered down noticing slight movement within his shorts. "And just think me strutting around in that, hanging onto your arm
    Amy's place was a little closer to the second. As we drove through the famous town of Noosa, Amy had me drive up a hill, then up to her home, now where I lived. We went through a pair of massive security gates into a virtual resort paradise. Palm trees, manicured lawns, tropical flowers. Then there was the house. It was a modern-looking structure, with lots of pillars and loping angles, giving it a luxurious but not arrogant look.
    her dark curly hair spread out in in a lush fan. Her skirt was 10 feet away next to the matching yellow purse where I'd thrown them; her blouse hung in shreds and the plastic front snap on her bra was broken, leaving it hanging off of her as an irrelevant scrap of blue lace. What modesty she had left was only preserved by a matching pair of light blue lace thong panties nearly the same color as her eyes.
    her dark curly hair spread out in in a lush fan. Her skirt was 10 feet away next to the matching yellow purse where I'd thrown them; her blouse hung in shreds and the plastic front snap on her bra was broken, leaving it hanging off of her as an irrelevant scrap of blue lace. What modesty she had left was only preserved by a matching pair of light blue lace thong panties nearly the same color as her eyes.
    Amy's place was a little closer to the second. As we drove through the famous town of Noosa, Amy had me drive up a hill, then up to her home, now where I lived. We went through a pair of massive security gates into a virtual resort paradise. Palm trees, manicured lawns, tropical flowers. Then there was the house. It was a modern-looking structure, with lots of pillars and loping angles, giving it a luxurious but not arrogant look.
    her dark curly hair spread out in in a lush fan. Her skirt was 10 feet away next to the matching yellow purse where I'd thrown them; her blouse hung in shreds and the plastic front snap on her bra was broken, leaving it hanging off of her as an irrelevant scrap of blue lace. What modesty she had left was only preserved by a matching pair of light blue lace thong panties nearly the same color as her eyes.
    Lady Death wearing nothing more than a black bikini top, matching cape, bottoms with gold skulls dotting the waistband with garter belt straps holding up matching mid-thigh high stockings. Her eyes slyly flickered down noticing slight movement within his shorts. "And just think me strutting around in that, hanging onto your arm
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