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Daddy And MeHere, I realized how awful it was to leave behind all the things you'd saved and collected through the years. Childhood memories tugged at me, but I had to remain firm to my decision to leave which I knew was the only wise course. "Couldn't we have sex one more time?" Daddy said the night before I was set to go. I looked in his eyes, and I couldn't say no. "I'd love it" I smiled, "we do love each other." "Let's have champagne," he said, "music, something to remember me by." I flipped. Daddy was from another era… a funky time when they had to open bottles of champagne and play ridiculous love songs while they screwed. I hated the whole phony setting he was creating. The silver ice bucket overflowed with ice as the champagne cooled and he put on some romantic music. "Daddy," I smiled, "do you mind if I put on some music to screw by… " His jaw dropped. He gulped, "Yes, baby doll… you just play anything that makes you happy." "I want the African drum-beats." "What?" "I want you to fuck me as fast as they beat the drums ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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