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MIn the early 2000s, we were occasional regulars at a swing club in western Pennsylvania. We didn’t go every weekend, but we did show up at least every other month, and while there were a few people that knew us, there were always a lot more people who didn’t, which was actually a lot more fun for us.On one particular night, we were doing the usual rounds to see who we knew, and who looked fun. We were both still. “Oh, Grandma, my wee wee feels good,” Henry remarked with a sigh as he pulled his polka dot boxers up around his waist. “That felt so nice, Granny.”“It sure did, Henry,” June remarked with a naughty sideways look, having only managed to get her panties back on, both sides of her bloated chest looking about the size of the heads on Mount Rushmore. “What a doozy, sweetiepie. I forgot just how big you were, Henry. You’re hung like a fucking horse.”Feeling grateful, June knelt and yanked the.
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