[FF][FFM][les] The Continuing Adventures of Betty Big Titties

***This story involves a character introduced in a previous post. Link in the comments.***

Sometimes I think I have a sixth sense. I can spot a woman and know she has a naughty side.

I’m not talking about the ones that are obvious. Of course anyone can see a woman in a short skirt with a tramp stamp with her tits half out and know she’s probably up for a good time.

I’m talking about the closet cases. The church girl with a dark impulse. The buttoned-up professional that’s dying to let her hair down. The newlywed who can’t forget an impetuous encounter from her past. The suburban wife with a lifelong fantasy she’s never acted upon.

It’s been that way since high school when I first convinced a buxom little red-head to let me unbutton her school girl blouse and let me fondle her gorgeous tits. I loved every moment of helping her break out of shell. I got a dirty thrill out turning a curious little Catholic girl into an insatiable nymphomaniac who was up for anything.

I can’t claim to be 100% successful. Sometimes I can sense someone’s desire, but they’re still reluctant to act. And just because they have a secret fantasy, that doesn’t mean that I’m the person they want to fulfill it. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m not everyone’s cup of tea. But I do better than average.

The way I see it, there is never any harm in making my interest known. Rejection is part of the game. If you never take the risk, then there’s no chance of reward. And that’s how I’ve ended up picking up women at the most mundane places. Standing in line at the grocery store. Strolling through a park. In a waiting room at the dentist.

I met Wendy at a gas station. It was a beautiful day and I’d decided to cut out of work at lunch. She was on the opposite side of the pump I was using. And I knew right away that I had a shot with her. There was just something in her face. A look of frustration mixed with boredom. It didn’t matter that she had on a wedding band or that she was driving an SUV with a child seat in the back. I didn’t know if the timing was right, but I knew at some point she’d be ready to cast her commitment—at least for a few hours.

She wasn’t a knockout. More of a girl-next door type, but all grown up. She looked to be in her late 20s. She was tall and pretty, but in a plain way, with good cheekbones and nice eyes. Her natural, dirty-blond hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. She had on a pale blue velour track suit with the hooded top zipped-up over a tank-top.

I immediately started thinking of ways to start a conversation. Fortunately, fate intervened. She had the nozzle in her tank and kept glancing back at the pump. Finally she made a frustrated sound.

She glanced up and looked at me.

I offered a polite smile.

“That kind of day?” I asked.

“You wouldn’t believe it,” she said. “You’d think I know how to start a gas pump by now.”

I walked around to the other side. There was a lever she hadn’t flipped up.

“Allow me,” I offered.

“Well I feel stupid now,” she said.

I quickly made a comment about how we all have bad days. My pump was finished, but I lingered next to her while she filled her tank. I was polite and little flirty, but I tried not to make it too obvious.

“It sounds like you’re having a shitty day,” I finally said. “What are you doing with the rest of it?”

“Nothing much. Running errands,” she responded.

“My day has been frustrating, too,” I said. “I just cut out of work early and I’m thinking of treating myself to a manicure. Why don’t you join me? You can vent your frustration.”

She seemed hesitant and started to shake her head.

“Come on,” I pleaded playfully. “At least listen to ME vent about my day. It will be fun. I know a place that serves mimosas while they do it.”

She was on the fence. I’m sure she thought it was some kind of hustle. She looked me up and down like she was hoping to see a sign that I was a criminal. But her eyes lingered on my long, stocking-covered legs.

“I’ll pay, if that’s what it takes,” I said. I put my hand on her shoulder and ran it down her arm. “Is that what you want? Someone to treat you? Like on a date?”

I gave her a quick wink.

“Come on,” I added. “It will just be two girls seeing what trouble we can get into. It will probably remind you of college. When’s the last time you just had a day like that?”

She nodded to the car seat and the soccer ball in the back of her car. She admitted it’s been a while. I knew she was caving.

“OK,” she finally said. “But I’d still be standing here like a bimbo staring at the gas pump if not for you. So I’m buying. I insist.”

I couldn’t argue with that. I told her to follow me to the little salon in the Asian part of town. The parking lot was filled out front, but I found a spot in the alley behind the building and parked. Wendy parallel parked a few spots up.

There was a short wait inside, so we had a couple of cocktails while we waited. Wendy quickly loosened up from the champagne. She vented about her day and I talked about some generic work stress. By the time we’d finished our second glass I was pouring on the charm. I touched her arm repeatedly as she talked. We looked at the rows of polish and I pointed out a color.

“That will be beautiful on you,” I said. “It will match your eyes.”

Wendy blushed.

“This one will match your eyes,” she said.

“No,” I said. “I’m going with this one.”

I pointed to a bright blue bottle.

She looked me up and down with a puzzled look on her face. She obviously thought it wasn’t right with my conservative gray suit and ruffled black blouse. I leaned close to her ear.

“It matches my panties,” I said with a wink. Wendy blushed in response.

We continued to chat and laugh as the ladies did our nails. There was an instant rapport between us. We each had another drink.

I refused to let Wendy pay for me when they’d finished. And she refused to let me pay for her. So we each paid our own bill. Then we walked back around the building to the deserted alley where our cars waited.

“I had a great time,” I said. “I think we clicked. And I’m not just saying that because you’re cute,” I added.

Wendy blushed again.

“Thanks,” she said. “I had a great time, too.”

She hesitated for a moment.

“And I think you’re cute, too,” she said shyly.

“Just cute?” I asked playfully. “I usually strive for sexy.”

“Oh,” she said slowly. “I didn’t mean too…I mean, you are,” she said. “I think you’re very sexy.”

I flashed a wicked grin.

“Oh,” I said suddenly. “I almost forgot.”

I quickly opened the top two buttons on my blouse. I held my fingernails between my cleavage against my bright blue bra.

“What do you think?” I asked. “Did I pick the right color? Does it match?”

She blushed for a third time. Then she nodded slowly. She bit her lower lip like a nervous school girl deciding if she should make a bold move.

“It matches,” she said nervously. “But I thought you said you chose it to match your panties. How do I know they’re the same color?”

I felt my face light up with a grin.

“Are you asking to see?” I questioned.

She shook her head playfully.

“No,” she said. “I’m just asking. I’ll take your word.”

“It sound like you doubt me. Like you want to see,” I teased.

She bit her lip again. She was the perfect image of the grown up All American girl.

“What would you do?” Wendy asked. “Show me?”

“I showed you my bra.”

“That’s not the same,” she protested. “You only had to open a few buttons. It’s not the same pulling up that tight skirt.”

“Is that what you want?” I asked. “You want me to hike up my tight skirt? You want me to wiggle it up my thighs right here in the alley so you can see my blue satin panties?”

She glanced up and down the alley anxiously.

“You wouldn’t,” she said. “Right here? In broad daylight?”

I grabbed the hem of my skirt and playfully started to lift it. It got high enough that she could see the lacy top of my black thigh-high stockings.

She quickly reached out with a giggle and grabbed my wrist.

“No, stop!” she said with a laugh.

“OK,” I said. “I promise they match, though.”

I stood up and moved my lips close to Wendy’s ear. My big titties rubbed against her breasts.

“But I won’t tell you what kind they are,” I whispered. “You’ll just have to image that if you won’t take a peak. What do you think? Bikini? Hipster? Thong?”

I pulled back and winked at her. Wendy’s breathing had changed. I could tell she was aroused. She put a hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me back.

“I don’t do this sort of thing,” she said quietly.

“What sort of thing?” I asked coyly. “We’re just too women talking about fashion.”

She sighed and offered a kind grin.

“Oh, is that all we’re doing?” she said sarcastically. But there wasn’t any menace in her tone.

“Sure,” I said.

I could tell she was dying to give into temptation. I didn’t want to scare her off, but I wasn’t going to back down and let her off the hook either.

“We can change the subject,” I said. “We don’t have to talk about my panties.”

“To what?” she asked cautiously.

“What about yours?” I asked.

She couldn’t help flashing a grin. She rolled her eyes in mock exasperation.

I took her hand in mind.

“Tell me,” I said. “Does this baby blue polish only match your eyes?”

“Only my eyes,” she said with a smile.

“Are you sure?” I asked. “Maybe you forgot what you’re wearing. You said you’ve had a tough day. Do you know what you put on this morning after your shower?”

“I know,” she responded. Her voice was getting husky.

“Let me see,” I commanded.

“No!” she protested. “I can’t”

“Come on,” I said. “It’s not like you have to wiggle a skirt up. You can just pull down the waist band on those pants and give me a little peak.”

She considered it for a moment before shaking her head.

“I can’t,” she said.

“Well then what about your bra?” I asked.

I took a step close to her and grabbed the zipper on her velour hoodie. I slowly pulled it down. Her white tank top clung to perfectly shaped tits. I could see her lacy pink bra through the thin white cotton.

“Let me see,” I said again.

I hooked my finger in the neckline and pulled the tank top down just enough to see the pale pink bra.

“Pretty,” I whispered. I put my lips to her ear again. “Do your panties match?”

She shook her head again.

“Show me,” I commanded.

She shook her head a third time.

I looked her dead in her pretty blue eyes. And then I pressed my lips to hers for the first time. It was a soft, tender kiss. A small sigh came from deep inside Wendy.

“Show me,” I said in a firmer tone.

“No,” she whispered. Her voice was getting very husky.

I cupped her breast gently. With my free hand, I pulled the zipper on her jacket all the way down. The tight tank top clung to her tiny waist.

“Then I’m just going to peak,” I said.

She didn’t stop me as I hooked a thumb in the elastic of her velour pants. I pulled the pants away from her body and looked down. Wendy was wearing zebra print hipsters trimmed in pink lace that was much brighter than her bra.

“Both pink,” I said.

“Different shade,” she responded between quick breaths.

“Kiss me again,” she suddenly said.

I pushed my lips to hers again. They parted and my tongue slid into Wendy’s mouth. I leaned into her so our tits rubbed together again.

“Are they wet?” I asked.

Wendy nodded.

“Let me feel,” I commanded.

I slid my hand inside her pants. I worked my way down between her thighs. The fabric of her panties was drenched. I cupped her hot pussy with my hand and rubbed gently as we kissed again.

“Is it a thong?” she asked.

I pulled away and shot her a puzzled look. In all the excitement I’d forgotten my teasing earlier.

“Are you wearing a thong?” she asked.

I shook my head.

“Bikini,” I said.

“I don’t believe you,” she said coyly. “You have to show me.”

Now it was my turn to glance up and down the alley. We were still alone and there were no other cars.

“OK,” I said. “Right here?”

She thought about it for a second.

“How about in the car?” she asked.

I quickly agreed.

Wendy’s hands were shaking with anticipation as she dug through her purse for the keys. She pressed the key fob and we hopped into the backseat. Wendy started fumbling with the car seat. I started fondling Wendy.

She tossed the seat over the bench and into the cargo area. I pushed her onto her back. She spread her thighs and I positioned myself between them and on top of her. We kissed one another passionately. I shrugged out of my blazer. Then I took Wendy’s hand and put it on my ass near the zipper of my skirt.

“Do you still want to see?” I asked.

She nodded and grasped the zipper between her fingers. She pulled it down quickly. Then she grabbed the waist of my skirt and started pushing it down my hips. She ran her hands over my blue satin panties and cupped my ass.

“You’re so sexy,” she said.

I kissed her lips and neck. I moved down and kissed her cleavage.

“So are you,” I responded.

I stared unbuttoning my blouse. Wendy’s eyes were glued to my big tits. I pulled her head to them. She nervously kissed the tops of my breasts.

She paused for a second.

“I’ve only done this once,” she said. “With a woman. Well, more than once. But always with the same person. And it was way back in college. It was years ago.”

“It’s OK,” I said. “I’ll show you how.”

I dropped to my knees on the floorboard. I shrugged out of my blouse. Wendy sat up and I knelt between her legs in bra, panties, and stockings. She ran her fingers through my long dark hair.

“Show me your tits,” I said.

Wendy took off her jacket and tossed it aside. She pulled her tank top over her head and tossed it playfully in my direction. I reached up and pulled down the cups of her bra. The underwire thrust her gorgeous tits up and out.

“Play with them,” I said.

She looked at me with lust. Then she started rubbing and teasing her hard pink nipples. I reached for her pants and pulled them down to her knees. Then I pulled down her panties.

I brought my tongue to her beautiful furry pussy and licked the edges.

“Oh,” she gasped. “It’s been so long.”

“Since a woman went down on you?” I asked.

“Since ANYONE went down on me,” she moaned.

I started licking her cunt. Wendy’s ass wiggled back and forth on the leather seat as I ate her pussy. I teased the clit with my tongue and teeth. I pushed my thumb inside her and swirled it around. She started squealing loudly.

“Yes,” she cried out. “Yes. Just like that. It’s been so long!”

I kept my eyes on her tits as she played with them. Wendy kept her eyes locked on mine. I ran my tongue up and down her slit. I fucked her with my thumb. Her thighs started to quiver.

“Oh Betty,” she cried out. “I’m going to come.”

She put her hand on top of mine. I pistoned my thumb in and out of her hot pussy. And then she climaxed. Her squeals were loud enough to hurt my ears.

When she was finished I joined her on the bench. We kissed one another hungrily. Wendy reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. My huge titties spilled out into her hands. I pulled her lips to my hard nipples and she suckled them like a hungry baby. She put her hand between my thighs and pushed my panties aside. I could feel the cool breeze on my freshly shaved pussy lips.

Wendy plunged two fingers into my gash. I felt them pumping in and out of me. I kissed her neck and shoulders as continued sucking my tits.

“Fuck me, baby,” I pleaded. “Fuck me hard. Make me come.”

Wendy finger fucked me harder.

“Don’t stop,” I pleaded between short breaths. “Fuck me, baby. Don’t stop.”

She sped up. I felt her teeth pulling at my nipple. I threw my head back and called out her name. And then I started to come. I clenched my thighs tight on her hand. I could feel her fingers buried deep inside me. My entire body shuddered as pleasure washed through me. Getting off did nothing to cool me down. I only wanted more.

I was still catching my breath when there was a hard knock on the window. We both jumped. The windows were so steamy that we could barely see through them, but there was definitely a man looking in.

“Hey there,” he shouted through the glass. “What are you doing here? What are you doing outside my shop?”

Wendy and I were both frozen for a second. Then I started grabbing clothes.

“Hold on,” I called out. “Just a minute.”

I put on my suit jacket and buttoned it over my exposed titties. Wendy quickly put on her jacket and zipped it. She left her wet panties on the floorboard and pulled up her pants. I found her key fob and cracked the rear window enough to see out.

“What are you doing here?” the man repeated.

He was Indian and looked to be about 40. He had a half-smoked cigarette in one hand. I noticed the back door of a nearby shop was propped open with a brick. I realized he must have come out for a smoke.

“We’re sorry,” I said. “We were just leaving.”

“Are you fucking outside my shop?” he demanded with a thick accent. “You are not going anywhere. This is not legal. I am going to call the police.”

“Please don’t,” I pleaded.

He squinted his eye and stared into the car. I saw him look at the car seat discarded in the back. Then he looked at Wendy. He must have seen her ring.

“You there,” he said to Wendy. “Does your husband know you are here? Does he know what you do? I will call the police so they can tell him he married a whore.”

He tossed his cigarette aside. He dug in his pocket for his cell phone. I quickly grabbed the car door and jumped out to stop him. I grabbed his hand.

“Please. Please don’t. We’ll leave,” I said.

He looked me up and down. I was half-dressed and standing in the alley in broad daylight. I was suddenly very aware that I was wearing nothing but heels, stockings, panties, and a hastily buttoned low-cut suit jacket that did little to conceal my big titties. The man stared at me like a carnivore eyeing his next meal.

He was actually very handsome. Although he was older, he was very fit and had gorgeous, thick dark hair. He had the square chin and broad chest of a movie star. He wore brown corduroy plants and a gray pullover sweater over a white dress shirt. I noticed he had a wedding ring on.

I held his hand tightly in mine.

“Her husband doesn’t have to find out,” I said.

I lifted his hand to my chest and held it close to my cleavage.

“Does your wife have to know everything you do?” I asked.

His dark brown eyes locked onto mine. And then they drifted down to my tits. I brought his hand down so he could cup my breast. It excited me. I liked that I was seducing him. And I liked the power that I suddenly felt. Once again, I’d spotted someone who wanted to be bad. And I wanted to take advantage of that desire.

“Nobody’s spouse has to find out about anything,” I said seductively.

I noticed a tent growing in his trousers.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

He told me his name was Raj.

“Why don’t you put your phone away, Raj?” I asked.

He just stared at me. He held his phone in one hand and my tit in the other.

“Do you like my big titties?” I asked. “Put your phone away and I’ll make it worth your while.”

“I can see titties on the internet all day,” he responded. “You cannot bribe me by showing me titties.”

“But I’m not a porn star.” I said.

“Who said porn star?” he demanded. “Girls are stupid today. They send pictures of their titties to everyone. I can see all kinds of titties on the internet. Not just porn stars.”

“This isn’t the internet,” I responded. “My tits are right here in front of you.”

“Big deal,” he responded. “I can go to the strip club and have titties in my face all night. I can get a lap dance and touch stripper titties all night.”

“Will a stripper let you fuck her titties?” I asked. “Put your phone away and you can fuck my titties, Raj.”

His jaw dropped in shock. And then he put the phone away. I walked back to the car.

“I’ll handle this,” I told Wendy. “You can get out of here.”

“Are you crazy?” she asked. “I’m not letting you go in that store alone. Who knows what will happen? I’m coming with you.”

“OK,” I told her. “But you don’t have to do anything. I’ll handle it. It’s no big deal. It’s kind of hot, honestly.”

Raj was waiting at the back door to his shop. Wendy grabbed my skirt and hopped out of the car. We walked over to Raj and followed him into the store.

The door opened to a narrow hallway. There was an office off the hallway. He held the door open and directed us to go in. Then he called down the hall to someone in the front of the store and said something in Hindi.

“I told my wife that I’m working on accounting and to stay out front,” he said with a mischievous grin. “She will not come back here. But you must be very quiet.”

Wendy had a shocked expression on her face. But she didn’t say anything. There were two chairs in front of the desk and a sofa against the wall. Raj took a seat in one of the chairs. Wendy went to the sofa.

“So. Show me your titties,” Raj said with his heavy accent.

I stood a few feet in front of him and made a show of slowly unbuttoning my jacket. I pulled it open quickly so my big tits bounced out. His eyes were glued to my sexy orbs. I tossed the jacket toward Wendy.

I took a couple of steps toward Raj and stood defiantly in front of him. His eyes roamed from my heels to my stockings to my bright blue panties. They settled on my tits. I cupped both of them and bounced them playfully. I ran my fingers around my nipples until they were nice and hard.

Raj went for the buckle on his pants.

“Let me,” I said.

I dropped to my knees in front of him. Our eyes locked. Then his drifted back to my massive tits.

I grabbed his belt and quickly unfastened it. I slowly pulled down his zipper and popped the button. He lifted his hips enough for me to pull his pants and underwear down around his knees.

Raj had a beautiful cock.

It was long and thick with a beautiful swollen head. And it was rock hard.

I leaned forward and put my tongue on his balls. Then I ran my tongue up his shaft. I licked both sides of it. Then I wrapped my lips around that perfect head. He gasped with pleasure. I ran my tongue in circles around his shaft.

I pulled back and took a deep breath. Then I leaned over and slowly deep-throated him. I took as much as that big cock into my mouth as possible. My lips felt stretched around his big fat pole. I pulled back. His dick glistened with my saliva.

I glanced over at Wendy. She no longer looked nervous. She was enthralled. Her legs were spread wide on the couch. She rubbed her pussy through her pants.

“What do you want now?” I asked him.

He just nodded at my tits.

He slid up to the edge of the chair. I rose up on my knees. Raj grooved his pipe between my titties. I squeezed them together and worked them up and down his wet pipe.

“Do you like that?” I asked.

He just groaned in response.

His dick was long enough to reach my lips. I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the head. I let my saliva dribble down his shaft to keep it lubed.

I heard a moan come from the couch. Wendy’s hand was in her pants. I could see her wrist flicking. She was fingering herself.

I bounced my tits faster. Raj had to stifle a loud groan.

“Damn it feels good,” he mumbled.

Wendy’s hand was pumping in her pants. A little squeal slipped past her lips. Her eyes were glued on me.

I cupped my hands around the front of my breasts. My hard nipples poked through my fingers. I squeezed them and groaned.

I stroked Raj’s cock faster with my tits. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He groaned again.

Wendy started to whimper. She bit her bottom lip to stifle a cry. Her body started shaking. I knew she was coming.

She got off the couch and dropped to her knees beside me. She hungrily kissed my neck and cheek. Her hands roamed over my soft body.

“This is so fucking hot,” she whispered.

Raj opened his eyes and watched. I turned my head and kissed Wendy. Her tongue slid into my mouth.

I bounced my tits harder. I could tell Raj was going to blow. He let out a loud grunt. And then his cock erupted. Gobs of hot come spilled onto my titties. Wendy leaned forward and started kissing them. She trailed her tongue through Raj’s jizz. She licked it off of me.

Raj’s eyes looked like saucers. He was still gasping for breath. He sat frozen in the chair as Wendy pushed me down on the Persian rug. I grabbed the zipper on her hoodie and pulled it down. It was automatic. I was so turned on that I couldn’t think rationally. I just acted.

Wendy tossed her jacket toward the couch. I unclasped her bra and helped her out of it. I kissed her creamy white boobs. I sucked on her pink nipples. She worked her hand inside my panties for the second time that day. I felt her fingers penetrate me.

She fucked me good and hard. I writhed about on the floor as Wendy pounded her fingers into my cunt. I fondled my own tits and teased my nipples.

Raj watched it all with wide eyes. He languidly fondled his quickly recovering cock.

Wendy made me come, but she didn’t slow down. She forced a third finger inside me. It was all I could do not to cry out.

Raj stood up and started stripping. He pulled off his sweater and tossed it on the sofa. He quickly unbuttoned his white dress shirt. He kicked off his shoes and pants. He hovered over us wearing nothing but his socks. His giant dick pointed at us like a divining rod.

He dropped to his knees. I reached for his cock. Wendy swatted my hand away. She kept her right hand pumping in my panties. She took Raj’s shaft in her left. His thick brown shaft looked gargantuan in her small white hand.

She squeezed the shaft and gave it a few tugs. Then she pulled him toward her lips.

My body started to tense. And then I exploded. Wendy slid her hand out of my panties. With both hands, she tugged Raj’s cock while she licked the head.

I slid from beneath her and got on my knees. I kissed her cheek. She pulled her lips off his dick and I replaced them with my own. We took turns sucking him.

“I want your lips on me,” I told her.

Wendy nodded.

I got up and sat on the couch with my legs spread. She pulled down my soaked panties and tossed them aside.

Wendy slowly kissed her way up my thighs. She found her way to my hot beaver and started licking it.

Her bare ass wiggled in front of Raj. He got on his knees behind her. She gasped when he pushed a finger into her cunt. He finger fucked her while she ate my pussy. He slapped her ass with his fat cock. Then she spread her with his fingers and impaled her with his pole.

Wendy moaned loudly with a mouthful of my pussy. He fucked her slow for 30 seconds, but he couldn’t hold out. He started slamming his big brown rod into her gaping pink hole.

I was turned on my the site of it. I rubbed my own clit as Wendy licked and fingered my slit. The whole office smelled like sweat and musk.

I watched Raj bury his cock in her again and again. When Wendy put a third finger in me I came again.

Raj fucked her faster. Seconds later she was coming.

He pulled out and looked in my direction. I slid my ass to the edge of the couch. My legs were spread wide. Raj got on his knees in front of me. He cupped my ass and pulled me onto his cock.

He fucked like an animal. My big tits bounced wildly. Wendy straddled me from behind and played with my tits. I could feel her wet pussy on my spine. She reached between us and diddled her own clit while Raj pounded me like a cheap whore.

I came first. Raj’s shaft was deep inside me. Wendy’s lips were nibbling at my ear. Her nipples grazed my bare back as she got herself off. She came right after me.

Raj pulled out. He was ready to blow again. Wendy quickly got to the floor beside him. She licked my pussy juice off his pole and pumped his cock with both hands. His load splattered across her perfect titties. This time it was my turn to lick her clean.

The three of us dressed quickly and in relative silence. Raj insisted on getting my number. I could have given him a fake, but he was sexy as hell and knew how to fuck.

Wendy and I slipped out the back door. We exchanged phone numbers and kissed. For a moment I thought we’d end up in her backseat again, but she had to pick her kid up from day care.

When she drove off, I really wasn’t sure if I’d ever hear from her again. But my phone buzzed with a text right after I got in my car.

“You’re blouse and bra are still in my backseat,” it said. “I guess I’ll have to get them back to you. Free anytime soon?”

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