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I didn’t even hesitate before I gave my answer.

“But that will be no problem. Sure, she can come around.”

“Oh, thank you so much. I know I can always count on you. She’ll be coming to Abuja on Monday. I’ll text her number to you. I’ll also give her your number, if she needs to call you. Her name is Edith.”

“It’s alright, Linda. She’s welcome.”

“Thanks so much. Are you in Lagos already?”

“No. I’m just preparing to go.”

“My regards to your family. Bye for now.”

“Alright. Bye-bye.”

I finished with my packing and called a cab to take me to the airport. My biggest challenge was how to face my wife on the ugly issue at hand. I just had to brace myself for that ‘task.’

I was in Lagos by quarter to six in the evening. I met my wife and son in a happy spirit. I felt guilty that soon, I would have to dampen the spirit of my wife as I told her my misadventure.

It was after our dinner that I took the bull by the horn. Steve had slept off and this was the time to bell the cat.

“I’ve got something to tell you, my dear,” I started.
She looked at me curiously. “I’ve offended you and I just pray that you will find it in your heart to forgive me.”

I could see that the way her face looked, she knew the matter at hand must indeed be grievous.

“What is it, darling?” she asked.

I sighed. I decided that I would have to get straight to the fact to minimize my psychological distress.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve got a lady pregnant outside my matrimonial home.”

She glared at me for several seconds. “Is it Yetunde, your former fiancée?”

I was confounded. How could she have guessed so right? “Yes, she’s the one.”

I went down on my knees. “I’m so sorry, dear. She came to me on the guise that she needed accommodation.

I took her in without realizing her real intent. Now, she’s pregnant for me.”

For several seconds, Kike glared more at me. “So, it’s true,” she finally said. “So, what Uncle Dapo said is true.”

I became instantly indignant, though it was misplaced. “What did Dapo say?”

She was silent for more seconds. “Some months ago he said you’ve started disturbing his sister for an affair. I didn’t believe him, though I was a bit apprehensive about ‘Abuja babes.’

I didn’t believe him because I found it difficult to believe that you and Yetunde would become intimate again. Now, I know better.”

I was angry with Dapo. I was angry that he would go ahead and tell my wife such a damnable thing. But then, I must keep my cool.

It was exigent that the real person that needed to be mollified right now was Kike, my wife.

“I’m so sorry,” I went on, still on my knees.

“Please, have it in your heart to forgive me.”

There were more seconds of silence. “So, are you going to marry her now, or what?”

“What!” I was genuinely astounded. “How can you imagine that? There will be no such a thing.”

She sighed. I wondered if she was relieved to hear that. “And the baby? Is she keeping the baby?”

I nodded sadly. “I’m still trying to convince her to go for abortion, but so far, she remained adamant.”

She appeared to muse over this. “I will not go for abortion myself. I think it’s better you don’t commit murder by terminating the soul of that innocent baby.”

I nodded, not knowing what to say. Several seconds passed.

“You’ve betrayed my trust for you,” she said. “Why did you break your marital vow?”

I shook my head morosely. Indeed, I had broken the marital vow. That was why I just had to plead for her forgiveness and understanding.

I remained penitent. After some minutes, Kike appeared to take things cool. Of course, no woman would be happy in a situation like this, but she seemed to take things with the kind of equanimity I did not expect.

I had to vow never to abandon or forsake her. I could not tell if she really believed my words, but I felt it was good that I should say them.

On Saturday, I went on shopping and bought her more cloths and accessories. They were nice apparels, and they were costly too. It was alright by me to do it for her. On Monday, I returned to Abuja.

The flight was smooth. I took a cab straight to the office with my valise. I must begin the day’s work without any tardiness.

Few minutes to noon, I got a call from Linda.

“Edith will be arriving Abuja by two o’clock,” she said. “Tomorrow morning, she will resume
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For several seconds, Kike glared more at me. “So, it’s true,” she finally said. “So, what Uncle Dapo said is true.”

I became instantly indignant, though it was misplaced. “What did Dapo say?”

She was silent for more seconds. “Some months ago he said you’ve started disturbing his sister for an affair. I didn’t believe him, though I was a bit apprehensive about ‘Abuja babes.’

"I didn’t believe him because I found it difficult to believe that you and Yetunde would become intimate again. Now, I know better.”

I was angry with Dapo. I was angry that he would go ahead and tell my wife such a damnable thing. But then, I must keep my cool. It was exigent that the real person that needed to be mollified right now was Kike, my wife.

“I’m so sorry,” I went on, still on my knees. “Please, have it in your heart to forgive me.”

There were more seconds of silence. “So, are you going to marry her now, or what?”

“What!” I was genuinely astounded. “How can you imagine that? There will be no such a thing.”
She sighed. I wondered if she was relieved to hear that. “And the baby? Is she keeping the baby?”

I nodded sadly. “I’m still trying to convince her to go for abortion, but so far, she remained adamant.”

She appeared to muse over this. “I will not go for abortion myself. I think it’s better you don’t commit murder by terminating the soul of that innocent baby.”

I nodded, not knowing what to say. Several seconds passed.

“You’ve betrayed my trust for you,” she said. “Why did you break your marital vow?”

I shook my head morosely. Indeed, I had broken the marital vow. That was why I just had to plead for her forgiveness and understanding.
I remained penitent.

After some minutes, Kike appeared to take things cool. Of course, no woman would be happy in a situation like this, but she seemed to take things with the kind of equanimity I did not expect. I had to vow never to abandon or forsake her. I could not tell if she really believed my words, but I felt it was good that I should say them.

On Saturday, I went on shopping and bought her more cloths and accessories. They were nice apparels, and they were costly too. It was alright by me to do it for her. On Monday, I returned to Abuja.

The flight was smooth. I took a cab straight to the office with my valise. I must begin the day’s work without any tardiness.

Few minutes to noon, I got a call from Linda.
“Edith will be arriving Abuja by two o’clock,” she said. “Tomorrow morning, she will resume lectures at the university.”

I had forgotten about her and the niece she said would be coming over to stay temporarily in my place. Now, I was being reminded.


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I had forgotten about her and the niece she said would be coming over to stay temporarily in my place. Now, I was being reminded.

“Okay. I think she will have to meet me in the office. I’ll be in the office then. Or better still, send her number to me.”

“I’ve given her yours. I’ll send hers to you, right away.”

“Okay.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

As soon as the line was disconnected, as if on cue, Edith’s call came through.

“Hello, sir. Is that Mr. Henry Alashe? This is Edith, Aunty Linda’s niece on the line.”

“Oh, Edith, your aunty just called me now. She said you’ll soon be arriving in the city.”

“Yes.”

“I won’t be at home when you come. Can you take a cab to Apo? I’ll send you a description to my office.”

“Okay, sir.”

“Alright, see you, Edith.”

About thirty minutes later, I got a call from one of the security details that A Miss Edith Bulus would like to see me. I told him to allow her entry. Another couple of minutes later, Edith came into my office.

“Good day, sir,” she greeted, curtseying.

“Good day, Edith. How was your trip?”

“Fine, sir.”

“Okay. You have to give me a couple of hours before I’ll close for the day. You will stay at the secretary’s office. if you’re hungry, tell her. She will get you something to eat.”

“Thank you, sir.”

I went back to work. At exactly four-thirty, I decided to call it a day.

“Did you have anything for dinner?” I asked Edith as we moved down to the car park.

“Yes, the secretary got some food for me.”

I nodded, knowing that I had instructed the secretary to do that. She put her luggage in the booth of the car and joined me at the front seat.

“So, what will you be studying at the university?” I asked as I drove the CRV out of the assembly complex.

She smiled. “Political Science.”

‘Hmn, interesting. You want to join politics too?”

“Ah, no o,” she said quickly. “Maybe I’ll just work in the Ministry like my aunt.”

I nodded. Deliberately, I had decided not to stare at her or study her, but I could still say something about her, all the same.

Edith couldn’t be more that eighteen. She was a petite one who was still budding into full womanhood.

She had a light skin and a pretty face. In a way, she reminded me of when Kike first came to live with my parents in Lagos. But then, the former was much bustier. I quickly checked myself and stopped making comparisons.

In my flat, I took Edith to the room she would be staying. I showed her the bathroom and the toilet she would be using. I also showed her the kitchen.

“I don’t cook but eat out. However, if you want to cook, you can always use the kitchen. There are still some foodstuffs, but if you need any, let me know.”

“Thank you, uncle.”

She went to her room while I sat in the sitting-room to watch the local news. She seemed to be the reserved type, so I let her be.

The following morning, I woke up five-thirty to start preparing for the day. After I had dressed up, I went to knock on the door of my guest.

She was obviously still asleep.

“Hello, good morning.”

“Good morning, uncle.”

“How was your night?”

“Fine, thank you.”

“I’m on my way to the office. aren’t you going for lectures or something?”

“I’ll soon be going.”

“Good. You can help yourself in the kitchen.” I dipped my hands into my pocket. “Have this in case you need something. Then, have this key. That’s your own key to the apartment. When you’re going out, lock it.”

“Okay sir. Thank you, sir.”

I left the apartment and went off to work. That Tuesday, immediately I closed from the office, I went to the club I went to once in a while to cool off. I took a couple of bottle of beers and spicy sharwama before I left for home.

Edith opened the door of my apartment for me.

“Hello, Edith.”

“Welcome, uncle.”

There was a total transition from the Edith I had seen the previous day. She had changed from the girl that looked like a very timid one to one that was very sexy.

She was wearing a T-shirt and bum short, like a young university student that she was, but seriously looking like a pretty young thing.


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There was a total transition from the Edith I had seen the previous day. She had changed from the girl that looked like a very timid one to one that was very sexy.

She was wearing a T-shirt and bum short, like a young university student that she was, but seriously looking like a pretty young thing.

Warm arousal came in torrents from that moment on. I looked at her and felt a physical response in the form of blood flowing more through the veins into the organs in the pubic region.

I soon found myself traveling in the realms of fantasy. I found myself thinking about sexy acts that she could be involved in. Her small ass was moving with great beauty.

In a matter of seconds, I let myself imagine holding her young body against mine, cupping her beautiful butt and moving my hands all over it.

I imagined what it would be like to kiss her lips and suck her tits.

“Why, uncle, come in,” she was saying.

I had to force myself back to reality.

“Oh, sorry,” I mumbled. “How was your day?”

“Fine. How was yours?”

I could see that her reservations seemed to have puffed into the air. The way she conversed was like she had known me for months.

“Fine, although a bit hectic.”

She nodded as if she understood. I went to bedroom to drop my bag and to change to casuals.

I could not help stopping the feelings that kept coming to me. Somehow I found the feelings inside me enjoyable. They were the kind of feeling I had when I came across a very desirable lady.

I lingered in the bedroom, wondering if my mind was not about to lead me on a journey to perdition. Yetunde’s matter had not died down and here was I getting excited over a lady again.

Shouldn’t I just overlook this and pretend that she was not in the house? Without doubt, I knew that I would have to put in a great effort if I was going to steer clear of the looming seduction.

There was a knock on my door. I went to the door and slightly opened it.

“I prepared evening food,” Edith said. “Should I serve it on the dining-table?”

“You prepared meal?”

She smiled. “Yes.”

Without even asking what food she prepared I gave her the nodding that she could serve it. I moved out of my bedroom to the sitting room and to the dining-table.

She brought the meal in a tray. She had fried some plantain and she had fried some eggs. They smelt tantalizing. The taste was not bad, although the eggs appeared a bit salty. As I ate, she sat opposite me at the dinning-table.


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She brought the meal in a tray. She had fried some plantain and she had fried some eggs.

They smelt tantalizing. The taste was not bad, although the eggs appeared a bit salty. As I ate, she sat opposite me at the dinning-table.

“What d’you say to my cooking?”

I smiled. I would not discourage her, so I would not tell her that the fried eggs were quite salty.

“It’s very delicious,” I said.

She smiled. “Seriously?”

I nodded. “Seriously.” Then, I stared at her. “What about you? Are you not eating?”

She shook her head. “I ate before you came.”
She allowed me to eat the meal in silence.

After the food, I fetched a bottle of fruit wine and two glass cups, filled the glasses, handed her one and sat in the sitting-room together.

“Aunty said you’re married,” she said.

What a way to start a conversation! “Yes,” I answered. “I’m married with a child, and the second one is on the way.”

If I should consider Yetunde’s pregnancy, then it would be the third one was on the way.

“So, what is it to be married?”

I breathed in deeply. “It’s exciting, but it has its ups and downs.”

She nodded. “Aunty also said you work for a senator.”

I nodded. Linda must have told her a lot about me. “That’s right.”

Still sipping my drink, I stretched out on my legs. Edith did the same next to me, her hand shading her eyes as she stared at the television. Voices of the actors and actresses filled the sitting-room.

It was relaxing as we drank, chatted and watched the movies on the television. At a time, she excused herself and went to the toilet. When she came back, she sat closer to me.

Tentatively, I put my right palm on her thigh, rubbing gently.

The hand stayed on her bare thigh. It affected the course of my thoughts, bringing awareness of how slender and firm her legs were, and how soft and silky her skin was. It also revealed how warm her body warm was.

Edith’s legs reminded me how young she was, and that appealed to me strongly. I caressed the top of her thigh slowly until I could feel the first tingle of blood as it began to flow through the groin, warming up an erection.

When I removed my hand, Edith moved closer to me, looking straight at my face, and smiling softly. Her dark exotic eyes studied mine, then studied my mouth.

She touched my lips very softly with the pad of her index finger, tracing the edges.

I smiled at her. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you since I came in this evening.”

Edith shuffled closer, her body settling against my side. Her knee eased over my leg. I slipped an arm behind her and she rolled partially onto me, her small breast pressing to my chest.

A sweet partial smile formed on her lush lips, her eyes locked on mine. She moved closer. Her breath, clean and warm, washed against my face.

It’s an intense experience and, for me, made more so by the fact that this was with an eighteen-year-old girl. I was enchanted by her. I hadn’t experienced very hard erection like this for a long time. I bent and kissed her, my hands sliding down under her t-shirt to cup her nubile ass.

She tasted like salty, raw beef. Her small tongue teased. I held two of the sexiest little buttocks in my palms, and just like that, I was seriously Hot, desire and loose morals rushing through me.

Tongues teased sensually. I had a vision of lifting her, of Edith wrapping her legs around my waist, and me carrying her off to bed.

She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were nicely outlined by her t-shirt.


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She allowed me to eat the meal in silence. After the food, I fetched a bottle of fruit wine and two glass cups, filled the glasses, handed her one and sat in the sitting-room together.

“Aunty said you’re married,” she said.

What a way to start a conversation! “Yes,” I answered. “I’m married with a child, and the second one is on the way.”

If I should consider Yetunde’s pregnancy, then it would be the third one was on the way.

“So, what is it to be married?”

I breathed in deeply. “It’s exciting, but it has its ups and downs.”

She nodded. “Aunty also said you work for a senator.”

I nodded. Linda must have told her a lot about me. “That’s right.”

Still sipping my drink, I stretched out on my legs. Edith did the same next to me, her hand shading her eyes as she stared at the television. Voices of the actors and actresses filled the sitting-room.

It was relaxing as we drank, chatted and watched the movies on the television. At a time, she excused herself and went to the toilet.

When she came back, she sat closer to me. Tentatively, I put my right palm on her thigh, rubbing gently.

The hand stayed on her bare thigh. It affected the course of my thoughts, bringing awareness of how slender and firm her legs were, and how soft and silky her skin was.

It also revealed how warm her body warm was. Edith’s legs reminded me how young she was, and that appealed to me strongly. I caressed the top of her thigh slowly until I could feel the first tingle of blood as it began to flow through the groin, warming up an erection.

When I removed my hand, Edith moved closer to me, looking straight at my face, and smiling softly. Her dark exotic eyes studied mine, then studied my mouth.

She touched my lips very softly with the pad of her index finger, tracing the edges.

I smiled at her. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you since I came in this evening.”

Edith shuffled closer, her body settling against my side. Her knee eased over my leg. I slipped an arm behind her and she rolled partially onto me, her small breast pressing to my chest.

A sweet partial smile formed on her lush lips, her eyes locked on mine. She moved closer. Her breath, clean and warm, washed against my face.

It’s an intense experience and, for me, made more so by the fact that this was with an eighteen-year-old girl. I was enchanted by her.

I hadn’t experienced very hard erection like this for a long time. I bent and kissed her, my hands sliding down under her t-shirt to cup her nubile ass.

She tasted like salty, raw beef. Her small tongue teased. I held two of the sexiest little buttocks in my palms, and just like that, I was seriously Hot, desire and loose morals rushing through me.

Tongues teased sensually. I had a vision of lifting her, of Edith wrapping her legs around my waist, and me carrying her off to bed.

She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were nicely outlined by her t-shirt.

I unbuttoned and removed my t-shirt, and put it on the backrest of the sofa.

I felt her body relax. The kiss ended and another started, this time with more pressure, lips moving. She teased my lips with her tongue and backed off. A gleam entered her eyes.

This time, the kiss grew passionate very quickly. Tongues touched, lips parted, and I eased my hand up the side of her body in a caress. When I brushed her small breast, two things happened. Edith murmured with pleasure and I became fully erect.

The excitement of touching her breast far surpassed my experience of touching other lovers’ breasts. In the recent time, it surpassed touching Bisola’s, Yetunde’s, Linda’s or Kike’s own.

Edith’s was so petite, a gentle mound, reinforcing her youth, and it was a powerful aphrodisiac.

I loved touching her intimately, so much so that, when the kiss ended and she rested her head on my shoulder, I kept caressing her, and she didn’t stop me.

I was in heaven.

She exhaled quietly and fidgeted.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sure, I’m sure.”

Non-verbal communication is often clearer than verbal. Edith’s hand settled over mine when I dropped my hand to cuddle her bare thigh. Her expression was slightly bashful.

This was obvious in the way her head tilted and face looked down, avoiding my eyes. I thought I knew why.

She was confident and open when she looked sexy, but with real intimacy her freshness, lack of experience and insecurity emerged and I was sure it was a result of what she was feeling - aroused, her body feeling new desires.


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This time, the kiss grew passionate very quickly. Tongues touched, lips parted, and I eased my hand up the side of her body in a caress. When I brushed her small breast, two things happened. Edith murmured with pleasure and I became fully erect.

The excitement of touching her breast far surpassed my experience of touching other lovers’ breasts. In the recent time, it surpassed touching Bisola’s, Yetunde’s, Linda’s or Kike’s own.

Edith’s was so petite, a gentle mound, reinforcing her youth, and it was a powerful aphrodisiac.

I loved touching her intimately, so much so that, when the kiss ended and she rested her head on my shoulder, I kept caressing her, and she didn’t stop me. I was in heaven.

She exhaled quietly and fidgeted.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sure, I’m sure.”

Non-verbal communication is often clearer than verbal. Edith’s hand settled over mine when I dropped my hand to cuddle her bare thigh. Her expression was slightly bashful.

This was obvious in the way her head tilted and face looked down, avoiding my eyes. I thought I knew why. She was confident and open when she looked sexy, but with real intimacy her freshness, lack of experience and insecurity emerged and I was sure it was a result of what she was feeling - aroused, her body feeling new desires.

One hand rubbing her back, the other caressing her slender thigh, I said in a soft voice, “I’m pretty turned on right now. You’re incredibly sexy. How about we move inside and get comfortable? Inside will be better, right?”

She smiled and nodded. “Right.”

She stood up. I took her hand and led her.

Turning off outdoor lights and locking the entrance main door. We switched off the light, moved to my bedroom and again switched off the light.

I drew her against me and hugged her. She hugged me back, pressing her cheek to my chest.

In the semi-darkness of the bedroom, she turned her face up to me when I caressed her back and smiled. She rose onto her toes and we kissed, standing in the kitchen, our lips touching.

My hands slipped down to her narrow hips and then around to cup her sexy butt, and Edith responded, her tongue emerging, the kiss intensifying.

My erection returned in full force and she felt it, pressing her body against it. The sweet flood of desire washed through me. My pulse rose and so was the level of yearning.

I didn’t fight it. Even with all I had recently gone through, I felt there was no need for resistance.

Moving my hands down further, I touched the back of her bare thighs and, excitement mounting, with an erection now tight inside my jeans, moved my hands up under her short skirt.

The quiet moan that broke the silence was mine, involuntary, driven by the feel of silken panties on her small ass.

I explored her mouth with my tongue, kissing her passionately, and cupped two gorgeous buttocks that filled my hands perfectly, narrow yet rounded, so damned sexy.



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The excitement of touching her breast far surpassed my experience of touching other lovers’ breasts. In the recent time, it surpassed touching Bisola’s, Yetunde’s, Linda’s or Kike’s own.

Edith’s was so petite, a gentle mound, reinforcing her youth, and it was a powerful aphrodisiac.

I loved touching her intimately, so much so that, when the kiss ended and she rested her head on my shoulder, I kept caressing her, and she didn’t stop me. I was in heaven.

She exhaled quietly and fidgeted.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sure, I’m sure.”

Non-verbal communication is often clearer than verbal. Edith’s hand settled over mine when I dropped my hand to cuddle her bare thigh. Her expression was slightly bashful.

This was obvious in the way her head tilted and face looked down, avoiding my eyes. I thought I knew why.

She was confident and open when she looked sexy, but with real intimacy her freshness, lack of experience and insecurity emerged and I was sure it was a result of what she was feeling - aroused, her body feeling new desires.

One hand rubbing her back, the other caressing her slender thigh, I said in a soft voice, “I’m pretty turned on right now. You’re incredibly sexy. How about we move inside and get comfortable? Inside will be better, right?”

She smiled and nodded. “Right.”

She stood up. I took her hand and led her. Turning off outdoor lights and locking the entrance main door. We switched off the light, moved to my bedroom and again switched off the light.

I drew her against me and hugged her. She hugged me back, pressing her cheek to my chest.

In the semi-darkness of the bedroom, she turned her face up to me when I caressed her back and smiled.

She rose onto her toes and we kissed, standing in the kitchen, our lips touching. My hands slipped down to her narrow hips and then around to cup her sexy butt, and Edith responded, her tongue emerging, the kiss intensifying.

My erection returned in full force and she felt it, pressing her body against it. The sweet flood of desire washed through me.

My pulse rose and so was the level of yearning.

I didn’t fight it. Even with all I had recently gone through, I felt there was no need for resistance.

Moving my hands down further, I touched the back of her bare thighs and, excitement mounting, with an erection now tight inside my jeans, moved my hands up under her short skirt.

The quiet moan that broke the silence was mine, involuntary, driven by the feel of silken panties on her small ass.

I explored her mouth with my tongue, kissing her passionately, and cupped two gorgeous buttocks that filled my hands perfectly, narrow yet rounded, so damned sexy.

With her beautiful butt in hand, I pulled her crotch against mine and Edith responded. Her tongue became frisky.

She rubbed her pussy against the hardness of my erection. Her breathing sped up; gusts of clean warm air against my cheek.

Arousal, like a raging fire, could undermine rational thought, maturity, restraint. I lifted her by her exciting buttocks. She was very light.

Edith wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. Still kissing her, with my desire for her rising to dangerous levels, I practically lifted her on the bed.

At the side of the bed, still holding her, I bent and slowly lowered us, settling across the bed, me on top. Dressed or not, it was an incredibly sexy position.

Edith smiled, her lips rather plump. In the room, her eyes were very black. But even in the semi-darkness they looked exotic and beautiful.

She stared into my eyes and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing the stiffness of my erection against her crotch, her legs still around my waist.

In an erotic, suggestive move, Edith rubbed her pussy against me and smiled with pleasure at my quiet moan.

God, she was so attractive, so damned slender and young underneath me.



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