"Make love to me," she cried, as she opened her hips to me. I stared, and did not know what to do -- transfixed, seemingly, by the emptiness between her legs. This was no ordinary woman; were it Jane or Evita or even Sharon, I would have known what to do. Old habits die hard, yeah? But this one -- dark on the outside, creamy white on the inside
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I'm sure it's on my computer somewhere -- if I could only remember what was in it (exact verbiage) or the title, that would help so much.
Anyway, thank you for the compliment, and reassurances on the mail. You're most welcome.
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