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 Monica sat down again. She noticed his eyes on her nylons wetscape but decided not to pull down her miniskirt. Let him look. Better men should admire wetscape her shapely legs than ignore wetscape her small chest.
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 "Yes, but the wetscape temptation, the temptation will wetscape always be there."
 "Right."
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 The line wetscape went dead.
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 "But this... outrageous wetscape behaviour has got to stop. At once. Do wetscape you understand me wetscape, girl?"
 Monica giggled. "I own him," she whispered, nibbling on his ear. "He's probably in there stroking himself right now." She kissed him deeply. "I'm so turned on wetscape," she whispered wetscape, many seconds later.
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 The intercom buzzed. Monica flicked the talk wetscape button with the heel of one boot. "Doctor," came Kerri's voice. "Your one o'clock just cancelled."
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