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We were sat in the back row she was watching the film show, I was looking at her look at the screen,engrossed, I had seen it before, with Sharon next door, who wasn't as pretty as this girl sitting near me. I reached out my hand, she took hold of it, and my heart started racing, seeking her cheek I kissed her,how sweet, and then she turned and kissed me, fully on the lips. I could feel it from my head to the tips of my toes and now she knows how I feel about her. If she feels the same about me this could be the start of something new, not just another picture show but someone I want to know and what I intend to go after.
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Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
Saturday matinees
We were sat in the back row she was watching the film show, I was looking at her look at the screen,engrossed, I had seen it before, with Sharon next door, who wasn't as pretty as this girl sitting near me. I reached out my hand, she took hold of it, and my heart started racing, seeking her cheek I kissed her,how sweet, and then she turned and kissed me, fully on the lips. I could feel it from my head to the tips of my toes and now she knows how I feel about her. If she feels the same about me this could be the start of something new, not just another picture show but someone I want to know and what I intend to go after.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
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