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But I'd not imagined this. After four hours of the noise and being hit at least a dozen times by random ladies' purses while they adjusted the weight of their purchases as they shuffled by, I would have gladly traded this job for a fish market.
At least the fish didn't bicker about getting a lower discount than advertised, or that so-and-so was already out of whatever it was in the flyer and it was only nine o'clock. The complaining voices were almost as bad as the feeling of claustrophobia that started to set in the longer I stood in one place. Looking up occasionally did help.
My eyes fluttered open, and I couldn't stop licking then pressing my lips together. When I arched to him, he pulled back. Moved to my hips where he stroked each curve and dip, tracing the bones underneath. When I tried to twist away, he returned to my breasts.
What could I say. Even the smallest bird I'd gotten last year was too much for three of us. If Dirk wanted to go through the trouble of fighting the crowds at the grocery store, so be it.
I tried not to imagine the awkward atmosphere at dinner where none of us talked.
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Another deep shudder passed through me, making my breath hitch. My voice was scratchy when I finally felt I could speak. I spilled what had happened last year at the Halloween party. The week after.
We both laughed when his cock bumped my forehead twice. I held it away and squeezed him lightly. Chris groaned. "Oh, God, Holly.
It was another minute before he groaned and reached down, caressing my cheek. "Holly, you don't-" "Shh. I want to show my gratitude for all you've done for me today. " His lips pressed together, but he nodded.