"Tim!?" she whispered anxiously, "What are you doing here?!"
"EMILY!" A voice yelled, surprising the two. Instictively, Emily put on her shirt, which turned out to be just as tight as the pants of the outfit, pressing you tightly against one of her breasts (you're not sure which one. Does it matter?). Despite her action however, Emily had not forgotten you. As the bouncing of her dances finally stops throwing you about, you feel her walking and sitting down, followed by the noise of an engine. She pulls you out (difficultly) and says. . .
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