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| Not much was said after that and it slipped from hardcore sex husbands fucking wife the minds of the women, all of them that is except Betty. The ladies had Bridge that Saturday morning as usual. At ten oclock Wendys car pulled into Bettys driveway. She was always about an hour early to help Betty set up the snacks and make coffee. When she pulled up, she noticed another car there. She parked behind it not recognizing it and let herself into Bettys house. | |
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