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The car ride was short, to a small rural area just outside the city. Donna’s house honestly appeared to be a little nicer than you expected, which made you wonder if she had a husband, or possibly a roommate. She got out of the car, you still tucked between her breasts.

“My sister and I have lived here for about 8 years, it’s a pretty nice little place,” she said, opening the door. She made her way into the kitchen and grabbed a two liter of Mountain Dew out of the fridge, filling a glass before making her way back into the living room and sitting on the couch. She placed her feet on the table, and although you couldn’t see it, you heard the click of her lighter and the now familiar smell of her menthol cigarette.

You watched as she dipped her finger into the Mountain Dew and brought it up to you. She said nothing, but you were thirsty, so you sucked the little droplets off of her finger. You heard her moan slightly, which caught you off guard.

“I love judge Judy,” she said, clicking on the tv. You had kind of expected her to immediately start researching how to help you, but guessed she needed to unwind first.