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"Would you like some lemonade?" Mrs. Adams was saying as she headed towards the kitchen.
"T-That would be great," John answered, suddenly aware that his mouth was very dry. John sat on his hands as the lemonade and those beautiful breasts came back into the living room. He hoped Mrs. Adams couldn't see how hard his cock was. He wanted desperately to take it out and stroke it but he couldn't let Mrs. Adams see him do something like that. What would she think of him if she knew what he thought of her?
Mrs. Adams leaned over to set the tray with the lemonade on it on the coffee table in front of John. As he reached for his glass, John's hand brushed against the fabric of her top. His cock twitched in his jeans. He sat back on the couch in a flash. Hopefully she won't have noticed. Was it him or did she moan just then? John tipped the glass up and drained it of the lemonade.
