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 Erik continued his quietly insistent verbal assault on her sister's will gay. In her head, Gina went through the gayxxx vocals to some songs in her gay band's current set list, eyes squeezed gayxxx shut gay, trying to picture the crowd at her last show. Through the ropes, she continued to gay gauge Grace's xxx condition. Not too good gay. She was starting to squirm less and less against his gay steady rubbing and pawing gayxxx, starting to inch toward his hands gay before they gay landed on her. Periodically Grace gayxxx would whisper insults at him pics, but Gina knew she'd only lose control of her emotions if she gay paid too gayxxx much attention.
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 Erik pressed the gayxxx girls' arms together and gay massaged both pairs of biceps. The distinction between Gina and her sister was further blurred, as fingers slipped under the sleeves of her nightshirt. Absently, she nuzzled the back of her head against Grace's, warming to Erik gay's xxx touch gay, feeling intermittently that xxx she was in her sister's body. Which was fuller than her own. Rounder gay. Younger. Not quite containable in the gay white two-piece she wore out to raves. When Gina stood gayxxx next to her sister she gayxxx sometimes felt a twinge of jealousy, wondering why gayxxx Grace had inherited the outrageous Scandinavian curves from their mother's side of the family, while she had merely filled out the same body she gay'd had as gay a girl. Though they were about the gay same pics height gayxxx, Gina was called "cute" and "petite" by Mom, while Grace was "buxom gay" or "full-figured". Gina never felt bad about herself in xxx front of a mirror, but looking gay at her sister made pics her gayxxx dissatisfied with her elfin stature. Now, however, she was existing gay in Grace, feeling gayxxx glorious, feeling eighteen, writhing under an exploring touch, while Gina xxx herself explored from gay the gay inside. Her gay own body must gay be...
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 Erik was looking down at her gay, smiling. He said something. Grace rose up an inch or two, worked Gina's gay nightshirt up her hips, up to her tummy gay, then sat down directly against her soaked panties. Her hands pics snaked under the huge shirt, up to the delicious heat of Gina's bare gay chest. Gina groaned gay, a sad little sound that made Grace want to cry. Erik still held gayxxx Gina's head up to the lights, so Grace xxx couldn't really make out the expression on gayxxx her face. Her hands gayxxx moved unceasingly along the lines of Gina's torso.
 Now it was Erik's turn to straddle Gina gay, but he gay didn't sit down on her tiny gay lap gayxxx; just stroked her gay blonde pixie hair gay and murmured to her. Her eyes had closed again. He seemed to be trying gay to get her to gay stand up, but it looked like gay she had passed out. He took Gina's xxx limp arms in each hand and gave an experimental tug. Nothing gay. Although the gay lights paralyzed gay her, Grace wanted desperately gay to check to see gay if her sister was breathing gay. Erik pulled her arms again, lifting her head up off the back of the chair, then lowered her. No response gay. Frowning, he knelt down and whispered something gay in her ear.
 "Grace." She hurled her younger sister toward the opening. Pushed her gay through roughly without considering how far it was to the ground, stepped through the jagged egress, and fell onto a hedge.
 "Hello?" Seth called. A greeting and a threat.
 She didn't answer, just raised her hand, the note delicately held between two fingers. Seth took it from her. "'Don't think you gay got away for good'," he read. "Oh gay. Sweetheart."
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