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She hugged her books to her ******* Her ******* hardening into her Othello and Algebra. She watched his mouth move alive with words she heard nothing of only her name "...yadayadaMARY... ...yada yada MARY!" A bead of sweat trickled between her breast. She tried to catch her breath and what he was saying but it only gave her hiccups. She squirmed under his gaze a butterfly held by a pin pleasure that was pain. "And that was how I met your Dad!" She tells this story only when she's very very tipsy crying now for the girl she was - then: the Shakespeare & Maths pressed to her chest the world awaiting her.
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Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
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She hugged her books to her ******* Her ******* hardening into her Othello and Algebra. She watched his mouth move alive with words she heard nothing of only her name "...yadayadaMARY... ...yada yada MARY!" A bead of sweat trickled between her breast. She tried to catch her breath and what he was saying but it only gave her hiccups. She squirmed under his gaze a butterfly held by a pin pleasure that was pain. "And that was how I met your Dad!" She tells this story only when she's very very tipsy crying now for the girl she was - then: the Shakespeare & Maths pressed to her chest the world awaiting her.
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Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
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