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He walked back, and slipped her glasses back on her face. "There. Now you're perfect again." Shane swept Jennifer off of her feet, and carried her bac... to her bedroom, this time, locked in deep kisses, and less sure of his footing. Turning the corner, the back of Shane's head slammed into the doorsill, and he grunted, eyes shut in pain. He almost dropped Jennifer, but she landed on her feet, and helped him over to the bed. "Shane? Are you ok? Let me see your head, come here." Jennifer looked at. "Doesn't matter. Tell the bitch to go away!" I was a little shocked at how suddenly she had changed moods again, but as I pulled on my sweats and tucked my still-hard cock inside, she changed her tone yet again. "You know, it doesn't matter. You go to your little bitch if she's so important. I'm done!" And before I knew it, Rena had pulled on her pants and a sweatshirt, stormed to the door, and pushed past Sandra. I stood there in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but a loose fitting pair. More

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