Stan watched, licking his lips as the teenager was oblivious to his leering. He was glad he had talked Edith's father into giving him a spare key...she sure was taking her time to wash between her legs. Stan watched in glee, as Edith, thinking she was alone gave in to the erotic impulses between her legs. Stan made sure to get this on film, what a film! He ached to rush in and rape the girl, that teen-aged harlot. Who was she to prance around in skimpy clothes; she's nothing more than a whore. Edith, meanwhile, got herself off, crying as the orgasms ripped through her taunt body. Stan, escaping from his depraved thoughts, quickly got out of the house. Edith opened the door, stepped out, and dried herself off. She didn't notice that her old panties had been taken, and walked to her room, wearing a short terry cloth robe. She had so much free time, but she decided to:
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