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Remember when we had to go to church with your parents that easter. You wore that ahort little dress. You had that beautiful black hair up. Your neck looked amazing. Your skin was always milky white. I dreaded walking in that church. All those old fat guys asking why we ain't been in monrhs. When we sat down i realized you weren't wearing any panties. Then i thought surely not. So while they were singing "tis in the blood" i slid my hand up between your legs. You didn't look just that little smirk but then it was me smirking. You had planned this. You led me right into it. It was freshly shaven down there. You never shaved it like that. Not completely. U placed the hymnal book to block your parents view.I remember how hatd u were breathing. You remember how many fingera you took that day? The wet apot you left on the pugh? Remember what happened after that. In the church bathroom? And now your out there somewhere. With someone else.
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