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WARNING: this book contains scenes depicting explicit sex acts that will melt the glasses right off your face. People with heart conditions or those reading in public should proceed with caution. This book is intended for ADULTS ONLY.Joe follows theMoreWARNING: this book contains scenes depicting explicit sex acts that will melt the glasses right off your face. People with heart conditions or those reading in public should proceed with caution. This book is intended for ADULTS ONLY.Joe follows the teenage girls out to the pool house because he thinks theyre up to no good. As he peeks through the side window, it was exactly what he expected: Drugs. Joe bursts through the door almost happy to finally catch them in the act. However, as he catches them smoking pot, he also walks in just as they were putting on bikinis.Joe cant stop himself from looking at her huge, perfect breasts. Before long everyone has forgotten about the pot and is solely focused on the hot, naked bodies all around them.Exerpt:“This is a changing room, Mr. Beatty. You shouldn’t be here.”Joe was getting annoyed with her argument. It wasn’t a changing room- it was a pool house. And nobody was getting changed…“OK, Mr. Beatty,” Tracy said, “I warned you.”Before Joe could imagine what she meant by that, Tracy pulled her thin white shirt over her head. It was fast. In a second before he could look away or even think of what he should be doing, her long brown hair was flowing through the bottom of her shirt as she pulled it up over her head. She stood between them, topless.Joe glanced down. How could he not look? Her perfectly symmetrical breasts were almost brushing against his shirt. Her small, pink nipples were hard, pushing out towards him. They were the most amazing breasts he’d ever seen.“We’re getting changed, Mr. Beatty,” she said. “Please leave.”Joe was speechless. He was stunned physically and mentally. He had no idea what to do. He felt like he should just turn away and leave like she was telling him to do, but he also felt like he should stand his ground. This was his pool house, and it was clear that Tracy only took her top off to make him uncomfortable. Little did she seem to know that as uncomfortable as he may look, this was the best thing that had happened to him in years. He never imagined he’d be centimeters away from giant, perfect 18-year-old breasts again. He thought that part of his life was long over.“Tracy, put your shirt back on,” he said, forcing himself to look her in the eyes. “This isn’t funny. Jaime’s not in trouble. We just need to talk.”Jaime continued to sniffle and cry behind her topless friend. Tracy took a step back and put her arm around Jaime. Jaime didn’t even seem to notice that her friend was nearly naked. She just curled herself into Tracy as if that’s where she was used to crying.