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“Of course it’s important,” she replied. Christina and I left the small office area and went outside. Her ass cheeks clenched like she was doing a hard workout. “It’ll save us the unforgettable humiliation of being naked around each other for days.”
“And miss out on this fantastic vacation? “Feels like something to me.”
“What the hell did you expect?” I whispered even more softly. Things were already weird enough being naked around her, then sitting so close to her, but Christine on my lap? The last thing I wanted was for us to get caught. Put your fingers back inside.”
I happily obliged my sister’s request. It was probably the sexiest noise I had ever heard in my life. That way, it’ll be less

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