“I bet you’ve never seen a girl’s breasts before,” she said with a coy smile. “Sure, I have.” Magazines counted, didn’t they?“Do you l...ke them?” She held a breast in each hand, lifted them, and pushed them together.I couldn’t help but stare. Was the fan still running? It definitely felt hotter.“You know, I’ve always thought you were cute, Michael. If you want, I could give you a hand job …” A hand job? I had no idea what she was talking about. Not knowing what to do or say, I chuckled like I. However I am minded that this tale must begin somewhere. I was born Caroline Adamson, 36 years ago in London, the daughter of a merchant dealing in furs and wood from the Baltic. It was a comfortable if unexciting childhood marked by occasional fights with my older brother and the usual struggles that mark relationships between mothers and daughters.I grew up to look very like my mother, perhaps even more attractive, with a mass of chestnut hair, matching eyes and a pale complexion together. More

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