[Freddy allows that tongue in but he purses his lips tightly to make it a hard slip in and out. Not that it even comes close to anything done below the belt.]
Why not.
[The kid whispers to the corner of his mouth, hands coming down to Larry's sides now. No there's nowhere to hide...except for the car.]
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Why not.
[The kid whispers to the corner of his mouth, hands coming down to Larry's sides now. No there's nowhere to hide...except for the car.]