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She was wearing blue jeans and a very thin light blue tank-top, and she had her bright blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Normally, she would have worn something more formal, but it was the last week of August in Los Angeles, which meant that it had been insufferably hot all day, and it was still insufferably hot, even though it was nearly eight in the evening. The people at the cocktail party would just have to deal with it. And, in fact, she would have said no when she was invited, but it had been Jack Coleman, the man who played her father on their TV show Heroes, who had asked her if she wanted to go with him. She started over toward the car and he got out, held the door open for her.

Kristen thought to herself as she crept down the hallway, moving closer to the soft moans coming from the guest bedroom. It was almost three in the morning, and Kristen, clad in her flimsy powder blue nightie kept fighting the urge to peek. Images of being caught peeking in flashed into her mind, the outrage of her friends, the embarrassment of it. But other images flashed too. Of passionate, wriggling bodies, of glistening skin, a hard cock, swaying testicles, sensual legs spread wide and spasming.

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