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Miriam came into your tent at the camp base a few miles from Tangiers. She zipped up the tent behind her. I saw your friend leave he's gone to Marrakesh with others on the yellow trucks she said. I know you said he asked if I was going but I said no. She knelt as the tent was too low to stand. Shall we? She said. If you like you said. She took off her top and her bra and her small **** hung there the brown dugs smiling. You undressed slowly all the time watching her as she sat and slipped off her jeans and then her underwear. Outside there were voices of those who never left far off and some nearby. You were both naked she kneeling you lying on the sleeping bed. She crawled towards your bag and lay beside you. I hope it's a long way to Marrakesh she said. Far enough you said. She gazed at you and you drank in her stare. She touched your thigh you touched her nest. A slight wind outside rattled the tent pole. You entered her smoothly as a ship into a fine harbour and sailed her over seven seas. Always to serve always to please.
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Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
ALWAYS TO PLEASE 1970.
Miriam came into your tent at the camp base a few miles from Tangiers. She zipped up the tent behind her. I saw your friend leave he's gone to Marrakesh with others on the yellow trucks she said. I know you said he asked if I was going but I said no. She knelt as the tent was too low to stand. Shall we? She said. If you like you said. She took off her top and her bra and her small **** hung there the brown dugs smiling. You undressed slowly all the time watching her as she sat and slipped off her jeans and then her underwear. Outside there were voices of those who never left far off and some nearby. You were both naked she kneeling you lying on the sleeping bed. She crawled towards your bag and lay beside you. I hope it's a long way to Marrakesh she said. Far enough you said. She gazed at you and you drank in her stare. She touched your thigh you touched her nest. A slight wind outside rattled the tent pole. You entered her smoothly as a ship into a fine harbour and sailed her over seven seas. Always to serve always to please.
A BOY AND GIRL IN MOROCCO IN 1970
TerryCollett
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Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
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