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Before Sandy can give the go ahead, the blonde loads the tape into the VCR as if she does it all the time. She then sits on the armrest of Sandy's chair and watches two women undress and fondle a third. "She's got great tits!" Wendy says. "Shit! They must be Z-cups!" Jean goes behind the sharon stone mr skin counter to take a look, but the action bores her. "I've seen it already," she drones. "The titty play gets me wet, but the fuck scenes are boring. And they only use a single dildo." She turns her attention to a catalogue on the counter and rests her elbows on the glass while paging through it. In this pose, her denim-clad ass lies directly in Sandy's view.
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