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In revenge, Ben had destroyed every precious memory she had left of her mom. Chuck, who had only been mildly pissed earlier, was about to lose his mind at seeing her sob over her ruined possessions.Chuck’s face turned red with anger. “Tonight, we locate Ben!” proclaimed Chuck, facing Tony. “He will pay!”“Absolutely!” Replied Tony.Meanwhile, Sammi had sat on the couch and began to cry. Chuck sat next to her and placed his arm reassuringly around her. His mind was on the retribution he would later extract out of Ben, but he realized for the moment, he needed to comfort Sammi.She buried her face into Chuck’s chest, crying, as he wrapped his arms around her. Tony was exploring the house to look for more damage. As he opened the door to the garage, he saw that Ben’s prized possession, his antique sports car; a little, silver Triumph Spitfire was still there.Tony bound into the room with his face gleaming, “That idiot Ben left his antique Triumph in the garage!”“That dumbass!” Exclaimed. “Mmmmmmph!” She moaned into his mouth as bolts of electricity shot up her body. He continued caressing her down there, and Ashley found herself subtly writhing against his hand as they kissed. She could even feel the stirrings of an orgasm. It felt so good…if she just let him do that a little longer…it would be okay…She was breathing laboriously into his mouth, her tongue twirling against his. Keenum rubbed her harder, increasing the sensation tenfold. She felt weak in the knees, but he was pressing her against the counter pretty hard, keeping her upright. Suddenly, he stopped rubbing her, and she felt her pants go a little slack as he popped open the button. He began to slide down her zipper. Fear and arousal rose within her. She had to stop this! She couldn’t let him touch her there! That was for O.J. only! What about her commitment?She grabbed his hand as he was about to slide it into her open pants, breaking the kiss.“No.” She gasped. He could see the lust in her eyes. His fingers.
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