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Go down to the bar with his stepsister
Janice try to find some new clothes to put on. John tell her to go to a different bedroom. She left him all alone for a few minutes before coming back in a dress. John appreciate her beauty in the simple grey dress that hugs her neat curves. Her slender ness and youth turning him on. He couldn't wait for another round inside of tight bod.

She says. "Hey you ready?"
"Yeah let's head downstairs." He took one last look around seeing that everything was in order from their love session before exiting his rival room going back downstairs. The party didn't miss them as it is happening in there and quite lively. People were dancing, drinking, making plan on who they are going to fuck.
A few black men talking with the rainbow of women of color. Asians girls, ebony ladies, and stereotypical white babes fawning over the guys. John didn't hold a judge toward these men. Pussy is pussy, but when anybody tries to cross him by stealing his girls, that is something John loathes.
The party was alive and well until John notices something strange going on at the door leading outside. His stepsister drinking some hard liquor as he drain a beer walking over. He see his rival talking on the phone. An angry look upon his face as he seems to be getting chew out by a mysterious caller.
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