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Skin summerWhen they had finished and were depleted, they laid together on the floor, idly fondling one another, thrilling to the sweet softness of each other's genitals, of each others muscles and flesh. Eventually, the conversation drifted to Jenny, to the change in her. Both Sam and Linda were curious about why she had never been able to make it with men before, and slowly, in pieces, the story came out of her… Jenny Sansom's family had immigrated to the United States four years before she was born. She became a citizen, actually, before her parents. Her father owned a small grocery in Philadelphia, a hole-in-the-wall place that had a delicatessen section and supported them mildly well only because the old man kept it open twelve hours a day, seven days a week to catch even the smallest purchase. Jenny was the last born of the four Sansom children and grew up in the grocery and the apartment above it where the family lived. When she was four, two of her older siblings died from food poisoning. She had become terribly ill, but somehow had survived the ordeal ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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