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Helga agreed because she was hoping that sex might wipe out Michelle's memory of her real nature. Michelle agreed to herself since she was really randy and had not had sex in at least four hours. Michelle led Greg by his dick and brought him to the waterbed. Helga swept the chains off the bed and climbed in with them. Greg pulled Michelle's lightweight reason for a swimsuit complement and aimed his mouth for her tanned silver dollar size nipples. The silicon moved underneath his tongue as he flicked her ever stiff nipples. Greg pushed Michelle down to her back and parted her legs with his thighs. Well, he thought he was parting Michelle's legs but in fact Michelle's legs basically part on their own.

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