"Angie milf's magic stone," agreed Carl.

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Angie turned around. "Daddy?"

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Carl was still standing there, blank-eyed, waiting for his next command. She addressed him: "Carl, do you milf still hot want to have sex with Angie hot?"

"Yes, Angie," Phil said, already beginning to shed the butler fantasy as he turned to leave.

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