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I’d been reading some of Keiko’s exhibitionist stories, and Bobbi Sue’s stories too. I’d never thought about exhibitionism in relation to myself, but for the past several weeks thoughts had been circulating through the ol’ gray matter. I went so far as to talk about it to Jeff. Actually, we had a great time discussing
She resided at the local Bordello. She had the body of a goddess: blonde, tanned and firm, with stately breasts that stood out proudly; perfect legs and thighs, a rounded ass that moved seductively when she walked, the face of an angel. But she had been born retarded and had the mind of a small
Mrs. Riley listened to the rain as she sat in her living room reading another of the trashy romance novels she had been addicted to since she was a girl. The house was empty, unusual for a Saturday night, and she was looking forward to a night of peace and quiet. The sudden ring of
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