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 Chapter 8 The First Session
 "Yes," she replied in a clear tone.
 After a teen few teen moments Wendy said, "What do you mean by sexy teen?"
 Thinking teen back to his conversation on the school bus, Guy remembered emphasizing how much Wendy liked him.
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 When he was done, Wendy looked at him and said teen, "Tell you what, just tell teen me as we go."
 Monday, they had band practice and didn't get to the car till about 5:30. He hadn't considered all the teen people teen around at 3:30.
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 Guy was anxious to get into the house and wasted teen little time teenteenteen. "Wendy, you know you have been on your feet all day. I teenteenteen imagine you are a little tired aren't you?"
 They teenteenteen entered the first floor. To Guy's left, stood a couch and a sofa chair surrounding a large screen TV in the corner teen of the teenteenteen room. To his immediate teenteenteen right, a wall teen extended down the length of the house forming teenteenteen a hallway at the teen other end of the room. On the wall were several doors.
 Guy said in a loud tone, "Hey Wendy teen, ever heard of that band Deep Deep Asleep?"
 Guy cracked his door, "Deep Deep Asleep."
 "...umm..hmmm," she murmured teen in teen her drawn out airy voice.
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 He stepped back teenteenteen and looked about at her nude, helpless body, sprawled out on the couch. Not only was she physically helpless, but mentally helpless as well. Open to any reasonable suggestion he might make.
 "Wendy, can you hear me teen?" Guy asked.
 "..yes," she replied with a weak voice.
 Out of no where, Wendy grabbed Guy's head and pushed about it back teen down between her legs. She began teen screaming again teen and another teen orgasm teen engulfed her mind.
 Guy picked Wendy's limp nude teenteenteen body teen up and teenteenteen placed it on the sofa chair teen. He then teen used some paper teen towels that he had grabbed in the kitchen to clean up the couch teenteenteen as best he could teen. Finally, he flipped the cushions on the couch and was pleasantly surprised to see the other side was the same teen pattern.
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 Guy about then teenteenteen picked Wendy up and teen placed teen her back on the couch where he found her. He un-muted teenteenteen the TV and entered the bathroom teenteenteen.
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