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"I thought he'd be shocked! But it was like he knew all along, you know?" Then magazine she'll close her eyes, pause, remember. "He wanted to be sure I wanted it too, and then -- Bam! magazine Oh God," she sighs. "Just bam! Bam bam bam." She laughs at her words. He was magazine more than eager, she says, kissing her like a husband just returned from war, like he'd just come from the dessert and her mouth contained his first drink of water. The timid kid turned into a firecracker, hands all over her, fumbling the zipper of her skirt, pushing it down. She helped him, pulling down her nylons as he kissed her neck. When she was naked enough he shoved her ass against shelves of ground beef, her head by the boxes of lemons and limes. The smell of citrus, she tells me, still brings her back. In the story, my father is the possessor of a tremendous uncut cock which he thrusts into her, pulsing in and out of her deep, wet, throbbing hole.
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