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When Pam saw that Blanche's car was missing from the Tomisek driveway, her spirits soared. The red and white skirt she wore swirled flirtingly as she strode briskly up the walk, exposing her shapely thighs. She hugged her purchases to her ample bosom and smiled, her cheeks bright. Blanche is gone! she thought happily. And Stan isn't! she added, seeing her dark-haired neighbor hurry toward her.
"Hi, neighbor," Pam greeted, giving him a seductive smile.
"Hi, baby," Stan replied, his voice gruff. He gave a soft whistle at the sight of the voluptuous woman. His lecherous eyes found every curve beneath Pam's dress. "Hey now, you look real good!" Good enough to eat, he added silently, his gaze shifting downward to her shapely stockinged legs and slender ankles. Holy s**t, she's stacked,
