Angie pulled her blouse off over her head, and Carl shuddered in ecstasy 8thgabbylatinasstreet. God, what a rack. Angie didn't bother with a bra, and didn 8th't need one.
Carl lost it, squirting helplessly in 8th his pants 8thgabbylatinasstreet as gabby his vision dissolved in multicolored 8th fireworks 8th. A vague time later, when he came street back to reality and looked toward Angie's window 8th again, she was 8thgabbylatinasstreet already 8th in her pajamas. That 8th does it, he decided. Tomorrow, I'm going over there and give that little cock-teaser a taste of real 8th life.
"What are you 8th doing in Angie's room?" she crooned. "Angie didn't invite you."
"Grown 8thgabbylatinasstreet-up fun, Angie baby," he replied smugly. He advanced 8thgabbylatinasstreet on her confidently. "The kind of fun 8th you probably don't 8thgabbylatinasstreet get 8thgabbylatinasstreet to have, all shut up in the house like 8th this."
Angie smiled. "Angie has 8th fun," she answered. "Lots and lots of fun."
Reaching into her cleavage, Angie drew forth a jeweled pendant attached to a chain around street her 8th neck, which Carl hadn't noticed she was 8th wearing gabby. "This was Angie's mommy's," she said 8thgabbylatinasstreet, letting the gem dangle in front of her 8th breasts street, swaying gently. "Isn't it pretty? All 8th shiny and sparkly, so nice to 8th look 8thgabbylatinasstreet at."
"That's good," Angie crooned. "It's street nice to watch, isn't it, as it swings 8th back and forth ? So pretty as it catches the light, shiny, sparkly. Angie likes to 8th watch it swing, shiny, sparkly 8thgabbylatinasstreet, back and forth 8thgabbylatinasstreet. You like it too, don't you, Carl, shiny, sparkly, back 8th and forth 8thgabbylatinasstreet. Yes 8th you do, Angie knows, shiny, sparkly, back and forth."
"Now you are resting on the 8th stone 8th, a tiny street little Carl, firmly held to it, completely relaxed, yes."
"Yes," Carl said. "Anything Angie says."
"I will do anything Angie says 8thgabbylatinasstreet because . . . Angie's magic stone . . . holds my soul now."
"Let go of him 8th, Daddy," Angie commanded her father. He obeyed, and let his menacing fist drop as well. He stood silent, head 8th drooping.
"Goody 8thgabbylatinasstreet." Angie clapped her hands. "Take your clothes off, Carl."
"Yes, Angie." The boy obeyed, a silly smile spreading over his face. Watching, Angie site felt herself heating up. Carl was 8th nicely muscled and handsome 8thgabbylatinasstreet, and now 8th rigidly erect, his 8thgabbylatinasstreet engorged 8th dick 8th sticking 8th out at a 8th right angle 8th to his body. "Perfect," she breathed 8th, "just perfect 8th." She hurried out of her own clothes.
Finally 8th Angie addressed her hypnotized boy toy 8th again.
"Very good, Carl," Angie said again. "And when you go home tonight, what will happen?"
"Yes 8th, Angie." Moving 8thgabbylatinasstreet like a sleepwalker, Carl dressed 8th himself, then stood waiting.
"It's time to go home 8th, Carl," she told him. "Daddy's taken care of, so Angie will take you out the front door." She giggled. "Angie wouldn't want street you to fall, climbing back out the window."
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