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The prodigal virginStanley Cochrane, it happens, had a certain authority in back of him when he distressed the maiden by assuming a familiarity with her unclad figure and her snowy flesh. For an elated and excited loving wife, much impressed by what she had seen upon catching her embarrassed younger sister still dripping from her bath, had hastened to assure her beloved young spouse that “Marion has developed into a blessed, shy, young Venus if ever there was one, my baby boy!” Thus had the blond Mildred addressed the former left guard of the Badger eleven, with his six feet, one inch of stature and his corresponding dimensions and his immense strength in every physical field. “Yes, precious, Mother’s tiny pet!” she went on, rather shakily now, for she was rubbing her delicate and lovely breasts, extracted from their nook in her night garment by his fingers, upon the thicket of dark hair upon his chest. “Yes, baby dear, so,” she soothed her husband as he manifested silently a wish. “Was ums hungry and didums want to suck mother’s ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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