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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 |
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Margret and I are in the library room at her parent's home. She is sitting upon the red leather sofa. I am sitting on the floor in front of her. She and I are playfully talking and I reach down to her ankles. I start to move my hands up her shins and push up the skirt of her dress. She says something to me in a taunting manner as if daring me and I take her up on it. I lift her skirt up higher and stick my head between her legs. I start doing what most guys do when putting their face in their girlfriend's crotch. She's not wearing underwear. I do this for a bit and listen for her reactions of satisfaction. Suddenly I pull my head out from underneath her skirt and flash a playful grin at her. She says something to me and looks about for anyone about the house. It is daytime since sunlight is coming through the french doors lighting the room naturally. Margret pushes down her skirt. I think the dress is pale pink and has a little bit of lace upon it. I look around as she does. I get up and offer my hand to her. I think I suggest that we go for a walk and she gets up. I think I want to take her to someplace more private. |
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