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The jeans were at least five years old, and she had gained a little weight since buying them, so they were exceedingly tight across the full curves of her ass and clung to her shapely thighs like a second skin. They had faded to white over the two half-moons of her ass, and the button that held the waistband together in the front was straining. But by so clearly revealing every line, dip and curve of her as and even her cunt, the jeans did the job she wanted them to do, which was exactly why Tara Allen had worn them tonight. She wanted every eye drawn to the jutting rise of her ass and the lushly dipping valley leading to her cunt, and so far that had been the case, but still she found her fingers trembling a bit as they fumbled with the button holding the front of those jeans together. This had to be done in exactly the right way.

"What say we give the boys a real surprise when they get back with the beer?" she said, smiling wickedly at the young blonde who lay sprawled on the garish waterbed that, almost filled the motel room and making motions with her hands to indicate the removal of her jeans. "Why not let them walk in and find a couple of live pussies staring them in the face?" Tara took and held a deep breath that caused her large tits to swell noticeably, as she waited to see what the response of the younger girl would be.

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