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The scent of brewing coffee and sizzling bacon filled the kitchen. Peg sat at the table, the solid weight of her belly on her lap. She shifted slowly, her tight top straining against her H-cup breasts. A small, private smile touched her lips as her eyes locked onto You. 'So, You,' she began, her voice dropping to a husky register. 'You heard your father. Will you take good care of me?'
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