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[FONT="]Through the blinds of the bedroom, sunlight poured in swiftly as dawn gave way to the sun taking over the sky. Jenny Maester's eyes twitched and opened to a squint. She shook her head and rose off her stomach to her hands and knees, then turned and flopped back down on the mattress on her rear. Her dark green eyes blinked, struggling with the brightness as a soft yawn escaped her full lips. The warm sunlight shone off her face, making her creamy-pale naked flesh seem to glow. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Her legs stretched out in front of her before she planted her feet on the hardwood floor of her home and stood straight up. Her bed was in disarray, but she shrugged and left it as was, stepping out of her bedroom. She stretched her arms above her head, her hands catching the doorbeam. Her hips arched forward a bit as she stretched her arms and back. Her fine fingers opened and closed repeatedly as she turned into her washroom.[/FONT]
[FONT="]The spray of steamy hot water from the shower soaked her skin, and the warm water rolling down her flesh felt exquisite. She bowed her head, letting the water soak into her wavy black hair, humming to herself cheerily. Reaching for a bottle of specially scented body wash, she flipped open the top and the smell of lavender filled her senses as she began scrubbing her form. Deftly she washed her frame, sudsy water rolling between her heavy, soft breasts, both of them hanging like great pendulums as she bent to wash her hard, powerful thighs and calves. A gentle purr vibrated her throat as she rinsed herself, wisps of steam rising from her flesh as the hot water washed away the suds, then stepped out to dry herself off.[/FONT]
[FONT="]She took gentle care brushing her hair, slowly stroking the stiff brush through her dark mane. She wanted make sure everything about her appearance and smell was perfect. With her hair neat and in order, she stepped back into her bedroom, opening her chest of drawers and quickly locating a box of forearm length rubber gloves. Next to the box was a bottle of vanilla flavored massage oil. [/FONT]
[FONT="]"He loves that scent so much," she thought to herself. "It always makes me think of him too ... "[/FONT]
[FONT="]Jenny was constantly busy and hard working, employed by a grocery store franchise's marketing committee. She was successful and quite a creative genius, but was still in need of that lil something to push her over the edge and into true success and riches.[/FONT]
[FONT="]As she stretched rubber gloves tightly over her agile hands, she strode down the hallway toward [/FONT][FONT="]a heavy wooden door. [/FONT]
[FONT="]Her legs stretched out in front of her before she planted her feet on the hardwood floor of her home and stood straight up. Her bed was in disarray, but she shrugged and left it as was, stepping out of her bedroom. She stretched her arms above her head, her hands catching the doorbeam. Her hips arched forward a bit as she stretched her arms and back. Her fine fingers opened and closed repeatedly as she turned into her washroom.[/FONT]
[FONT="]The spray of steamy hot water from the shower soaked her skin, and the warm water rolling down her flesh felt exquisite. She bowed her head, letting the water soak into her wavy black hair, humming to herself cheerily. Reaching for a bottle of specially scented body wash, she flipped open the top and the smell of lavender filled her senses as she began scrubbing her form. Deftly she washed her frame, sudsy water rolling between her heavy, soft breasts, both of them hanging like great pendulums as she bent to wash her hard, powerful thighs and calves. A gentle purr vibrated her throat as she rinsed herself, wisps of steam rising from her flesh as the hot water washed away the suds, then stepped out to dry herself off.[/FONT]
[FONT="]She took gentle care brushing her hair, slowly stroking the stiff brush through her dark mane. She wanted make sure everything about her appearance and smell was perfect. With her hair neat and in order, she stepped back into her bedroom, opening her chest of drawers and quickly locating a box of forearm length rubber gloves. Next to the box was a bottle of vanilla flavored massage oil. [/FONT]
[FONT="]"He loves that scent so much," she thought to herself. "It always makes me think of him too ... "[/FONT]
[FONT="]Jenny was constantly busy and hard working, employed by a grocery store franchise's marketing committee. She was successful and quite a creative genius, but was still in need of that lil something to push her over the edge and into true success and riches.[/FONT]
[FONT="]As she stretched rubber gloves tightly over her agile hands, she strode down the hallway toward [/FONT][FONT="]a heavy wooden door. [/FONT]