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What'd think she said we could go back to my place and if the parents are out we could get down to some *** stuff. I doubted it her old man was like a Mafia boss kind of guy who spoke broken English from his Polish tongue and her mother eyed me as if I'd spat on her mat. What are the chances they'll be out? I said. She looked at me: sort of good chance she said. We'd been to the flicks and seen a war film about General Patton which I saw intermittently between kisses and her fiddling with my buttons. How good a chance? I asked. Let's go see she said. So we did. Her old man opened the door. Why you late? He said. Film was longer than I thought she said. He gazed at me his dark eyes almost touching. You go now he said to me and you go in he said to her. He closed the door and I walked down the drive moonlight above me glad to be alive.
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May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
After the Flicks with Sophia 1969
What'd think she said we could go back to my place and if the parents are out we could get down to some *** stuff. I doubted it her old man was like a Mafia boss kind of guy who spoke broken English from his Polish tongue and her mother eyed me as if I'd spat on her mat. What are the chances they'll be out? I said. She looked at me: sort of good chance she said. We'd been to the flicks and seen a war film about General Patton which I saw intermittently between kisses and her fiddling with my buttons. How good a chance? I asked. Let's go see she said. So we did. Her old man opened the door. Why you late? He said. Film was longer than I thought she said. He gazed at me his dark eyes almost touching. You go now he said to me and you go in he said to her. He closed the door and I walked down the drive moonlight above me glad to be alive.
TerryCollett
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May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
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