"It's okay, Sarah. Don't cry. It's not your fault. I'm the one that invited you up here. Besides, I, um... I liked what you did. I needed it after the way Mrs. Baker teased me. I'm glad it happened.""Really?" Sarah sniffed. "But you must think I'm a tramp. I'm not like that Mr. Baker. Honest. And Mrs. Baker must hate me. She's not going to tell my parents is she?""Don't worry," Mr. Baker reassured her. "Mrs. Baker is too drunk to remember anything from tonight."As if on cue Mrs. Baker stirred back to life. She sat up on the bed and stared at the two of them. Sarah couldn't help but notice the magnificent a pair of breasts hanging from her chest. She looked away embarrassed and wondered if Mrs. Baker knew she had just sucked her husband and made him shoot in her mouth."She's cute, isn't she honey," Mrs. Baker slurred as she slid closer to Sarah. "I bet you'd like to fuck her. Here, let me get her ready for you."Sarah was terrified. This was crazy. Surely Mr. Baker was going to put
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