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Sex At Car Dealership
Jewish Girls Are Hot
I just graduated from Clemson University and moved to Northern Virginia with a couple of my frat boy roommates.
All three of us got jobs at Rosenthal Honda, thanks to Scottie’s uncle, being the General Sales Manager.
Rachel stands 5 foot 6, tanned olive skin, brown locks and full Double Dee breasts. She dons a business suit that perfectly fits her alluring body.
Her ass is unworldly. I’m an assman by trade. I tell you it’s as close to perfection as heavenly possible.
When she walks, the sexy vixen can’t hide what’s underneath. You can see the line of her thong panties at the top of each ass cheek.
Upon closer inspection, you can even see the material that wraps around her tight waist.
Her brown eyes are dreamy. When she smiles, looking right at you, Rachel lights up the darkest places of your soul.
“Yo, Scottie, did you see the new girl speaking to Maureen? I think I’m in love.”
“Timmy, forget about it. She’s a Jewish girl. They don’t go for the brothers. Plus, her grandfather owns the dealership.”
I’m from the south, so I find it weird that Scottie thinks Jewish girls are a different classification than, say, any other white American girl.
