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"It's hard to look away, isn't it, Carl? So hard to look teengirlsmasterbating-clubseventeen away. It's so pretty, so shiny and sparkly. You can't look away from the pretty stone, can't stop following it with your eyes as it swings back teen and forth, shiny, sparkly, back and forth, back and forth. Try to stop following it with your eyes, shiny teengirlsmasterbating-clubseventeen, sparkly, back and forth teengirlsmasterbating-clubseventeen; you masterbating can't, can you, Carl?"

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"Yes, Angie," Phil Cordero said meekly.

"Listen teengirlsmasterbating-clubseventeen to club soda teen Angie teen, Daddy," Angie went on. "Nothing bad is happening here."

"Good, Daddy." Angie waved a hand toward the door. "Go 'way now and watch TV, Daddy."

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"Yes, Angie." Moving like a sleepwalker teen, Carl dressed masterbating himself, then stood waiting.

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