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One day, after football practice he saw Emily sitting on the bench, wearing a mini skirt and a halter top which showed off her amazing size D breasts and long slender legs. Peter felt himself stiffen up in his pants as he saw her, and when she waved him down he walked over to he mesmerized.
"Hey Emily, how are you?" He barely managed to get his mouth work, as he drooled over her. She gazed at him with her big soulful blue eyes, looking beneath her dark eyelashes, giving him one devious grin, she was definitely up to something.
"Oh...I think I need some help with something...you know...school stuff, could you come back to my place tonight?"
Peter's eyes went wide, and he nodded to her, unable to form words. She flashed him another dangerous grin and bounced off, leaving him with the wonderful sight of the wind drifting up her skirt, exposing her lace thong. His heart throbbed under his jersey, as his cock got harder and harder as he imagined what Emily needed help with.
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