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“Oh! Greer, come meet my son/daughter!” your mother exclaims, waving over someone behind you.

You look over your shoulder to see a man, a bit older than you, lounging on a lawn chair. His body oiled slick. A tight red swimming trunk with a white belt hugs his lower half. Your eyes widen at the sight of his tanned chest. You’ve never seen a man this undressed before.

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