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Cindy held her tight and rubbed her back. "Baby, I'm sorry.” Deana heard a distant voice say, “It's okay,” and wondered if she had been the one speaking. “No, Dee, it's not,” Cindy said and held Deana's face in her hands. “How long have you known?” The question could have referred to a few things, but Deana intuitively knew her cousin wanted the answer to one of the two primary thoughts running through her dazed indian mind. She answered the one she could understand. “I should have known three years ago when I saw the way you looked at each other, but at the race track I knew for sure.” She put her hands on Cindy's waist, praying her cousin wouldn't make her answer any more questions. Everything else in her head was confusing and terrifying. "I love her, Deana, but Candy doesn't deserve this. I made things worse for her. I'm so sorry." That mother fucker was hurting Cindy, too. "Easy" he said. “Are you sure? She brightened up greatly at that and said that she would get back to him as soon as possible to let him know what her mother and boyfriend would say about that. - Can I touch? Mom replied a hurt look on her face, "your making me feel old." 
“You can pull further back, she’s been able to do the splits since she was five.”

 Do I excite you?” She nodded once so he added, “I bet you’ve never felt like this before, not even with your boyfriend.” How lovely. “Damn,” indian I groaned, my dick throbbing. “That’s a shame, you really are welcome to stay for dinner. It was Sunday, two days after our date. Satisfied, he tucked the balloon covered rod under his arm and picked up the plastic tube. I quivered as Daddy kept his hand clamped so tight over my mouth. Instead the two simply talked for what seemed like ages to Newlyn.