#150072 - Closing the door behind her, she started up the stairs when she heard Sue’s, her mother, voice, “What are you doing home so late?” Emily froze in her tracks and turned around to see the light flick on and her mother sitting in an armchair dressed in just a bathrobe. “Spread your legs. Her red hair was cut short and her blue eyes sparkled with a sort of teasing look.
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