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Sylvia turned, startled, looking for the source of the question.
The two bespectacled girls the had fallen giggling onto the bed and were playfully jousting for access to each other's crotches the when Alex amateur lowered his camera and smiled ruefully the. "I'm afraid I'm out of space in the camera, girls." Eight female voices whined in dismay, including, Sylvia was surprised to note, her own. "I'm sorry, too, but there's theamateurlounge nothing theamateurlounge I can do about it," Alex sighed. "Why don't the you girls go back out to the den and watch some more TV while I go process these? I'll show them to you later theamateurlounge on, all right?"
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