John came in, his backpack halfway off. I was still in my sweats and a baggy tshirt and my fuzzy slippers. ‘Damn, I thought you were the pizza guy�...�’ I said with a smile and closed the door once he was all the way inside. ‘Gee thanks, Claire, and I thought you were a senior in high school.’ He motioned down at my slippers. ‘You look like you have dead cats on your feet.’ He smiled. He dropped his backpack on the dinner table and headed for the kitchen. ‘Where’s Barbie and Ken?’ he asked,. Ten minutes later she stepped, dripping wet out onto the floor and started drying herself with the towel he had given her. “Cheeky little...” she started as she held it in her hands. It would barely reach around her breasts, and would come nowhere near to reach down to cover her pussy. That little bugger...She’d have to go out, on way or another. She looked around for her clothes, and noticed they were gone. “Oh my god...” She muttered. He had taken her clothes. She moaned as she realised she’d. More

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