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I stood in the family room behind Gretchen, who sat at her computer desk and began reviewing her e-mails. She had slept with her door only partially closed, as was her habit.We spoke quietly for a minute as she scanned the long list of unopened items and then she became absorbed in a rather lengthy missive from a friend. As you stood in her doorway facing into her room, her majority of her room was to the right, but her bedroom door was also hinged on the right side; very little of the room was visible from this vantage.I was horny, as usual, so we fucked on the sofa in the living room.The possibility that her daughter might wake up and catch us made it a little more exciting, and that at least partially compensated for the fact that Gretchen's pussy was a sloppy fit for any normal-sized guy.In a more modern house, the door would have been hinged on the left side, but Gretchen's house was old and had several bizarre features.As you stood in the doorway with the door halfway open, you could not see much of her bedroom, except her antique dresser which was against the opposite wall straight ahead. The middle section was fixed to the back of the dresser and the two side sections were hinged to the middle section and were angled slightly inwards.You always have the choice to experience our sites without personalized advertising based on your web browsing activity by visiting the DAA's Consumer Choice page, the NAI's website, and/or the EU online choices page, from each of your browsers or devices.To avoid personalized advertising based on your mobile app activity, you can install the DAA's App Choices app here.

Thanks to her mother's lack of caring about education, Miss Sarah had failed a grade in elementary school and they had never pursued any opportunity for Miss Sarah to try to catch up with the other children her own age.However, Gretchen was no longer a beauty queen and she definitely had no potential to be called a "trophy wife." She was the kind of woman who would prompt guys to say, 'well, I wouldn't kick her out of bed,' but, of course, there are not too many guys who will kick any woman out of bed when they need to get laid, so this isn't exactly glowing praise for Gretchen. When it became obvious that Gretchen would move back to Georgia to live with me, I jokingly told her daughter that I would address her as I would any Southern young lady and I hoped that she would aspire to adopt some Southern mannerisms and gentility.With that explanation, I began to call her Miss Sarah and, from that day forward, I always called her Miss Sarah.Miss Sarah probably assumed that she had some privacy when her bedroom door was halfway closed, because she couldn't see out of her room; however, from my vantage point in the dining room, the angled mirror on the left side of the dresser afforded a rather good view of what lay behind her partially closed door. In the mirror, I saw that she had risen and was standing at the foot of her bed.She was wearing only bikini panties: tiny, white bikini panties.

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