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Creampie CutiesI think that is why creampie cuties probably drank a bit too much by lunchtime. Debbie certainly did, and by the time I started to get the barbecue going for a late lunch she was certainly tipsy. The guys were sitting around a table listening to a radio and drinking, wearing shorts to show of their tans and the bodies that seem to come with being a 20 year old male who lives near the coast. Debbie was lying on a sun lounger a few feet away, wearing a small yellow bikini. She may have been 36, but she works out and has a gorgeous body - even if it is more Sophie Dahl than Kate Moss. When she was lying on her front she would undo the top, so that she wouldn't get a line across her back. After a few drinks, she seemed to have forgotten about creampie cuties when she got up for a swim, walking topless into the house for another drink. When she came back the guys checked out her tits - large, firm, 36D, and with the sexiest dark nipples you have ever seen among creampie cuties. Who can blame them. Debbie seemed to notice this at the same time, looking slowly down and saying ‘Whoops - where did they come from! Oh well, everyone sunbathes topless on the beaches - you don't mind, do you'. I started to speak when I realised that the question had been aimed at Paul, not me, and he had smiled and shaken his head. Debbie sat down on the lounger, and started to massage sun tan oil onto the tops of her legs. All the while she was talking to Paul, asking him how often he came to the farmhouse, whether they had many parties with creampie cuties there and that kind of thing. Slowly the questions became more personal - did he often bring girls here, or girlfriends, did he have a girlfriend now, did Michel or Thierry, where was Margot today, was she coming back, how did he know her and other creampie cuties. |
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