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Excerpt from Chapter 2. Fist Full of Edits






Rene reaped the benefits in many ways from my earlier encounter with Debbie. I gazed down lovingly at Rene’s sweet heart shaped rump while I drove and angled deep into her. Yet my mind wandered. Thoughts of what Debbie's tiny olive hued derriere would look like in this pose would arise. Sure Debbie’s shorter stature might make this a more challenging encounter, but it could offer new angles as well. The thought just made me harder. As my hands reached around to cup Rene’s small breasts I couldn't help but muse what it would be like to have Debbie's enormous melons in my mitts. But then I would see Rene’s beautiful blond mane spread across her back and the dusky Debbie would fade from my thoughts.


                                              Debbie Do



                                                                                    
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  1. UnknownJanuary 27, 2014 at 12:09 AM

    Interesting to have the two females like this one right infront of him and the other in his mind.

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    1. Smu DoodleJanuary 27, 2014 at 12:32 AM

      He is indulging in a "is the grass greener on the other side" moment.

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 28, 2014 at 6:37 PM

    Yeah. I bet Rene wouldn't be pleased to know what's running through his mind just then... or who's running through his mind naked. :D

    Thanks for sharing, nice to meetcha

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    1. Smu DoodleJanuary 28, 2014 at 9:43 PM

      Or who or what is running through Rene's mind either.

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