“Hey, Tatum,” Heidi said as she bounced into the house carrying an armful of grocery bags. “Here for some mandatory fun?” “Yeah,” I said as I pocketed my phone and discreetly adjusted my thickening erection. I eyed the bags piled up in her arms. “Need a hand?” She looked longingly at the door, silently debating how many trips she wanted to make. “Yeah, actually.” She smirked. “There’s a case of sports drinks with your face on them in the back of my SUV.” I cackled as I jogged to the front door. “Please tell me that my face is why you bought ’em.” Heidi snorted. “You bet your fine britches I
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