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Her tongue shot out and tasted the edge of her upper lip. Why do I get the feeling your father was behind your attack. he asked calmly, still not looking at her.
He moves his fingers in a circular motion deep inside me; you lift my chin and tell me to look at you. She often started on me both during the day and as soon as we got into bed. While soaking up the sights and sounds I kept a watchful vigil to my right.
I felt numb.