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doc#148 | her age, and more, perhaps |
doc#148 | form was silhouetted and with the strong |
doc#148 | , a man and a woman meet |
doc#148 | a woman meet and something clicks. |
doc#148 | treated her circumspectly and I felt that |
doc#148 | were a painter and I a nude |
doc#148 | for one another and we both feared |
doc#148 | sparring partners, and then one day |
doc#148 | was slightly indisposed and stayed home; |
doc#148 | she showed up and told me of |
doc#148 | suffused her neck and moved upwards to |
doc#148 | her cheeks, and subconsciously I realized |
doc#148 | in the rear and took the seat |
doc#148 | the outspread palms and wondering about the |
doc#148 | . </p><p> I bent and kissed the still |
doc#148 | still pink neck and suddenly she jumped |
doc#148 | jumped up, and her two arms |
doc#148 | , was warm and moist and tender |
doc#148 | warm and moist and tender. I |
doc#148 | the bolt securely and return to the |