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	It was 1959 -- and information for teenagers
about sex was really hard to come by.   The first Play-
boy magazines that came out featured centerfolds with
certain patches of hair discretely hidden.

	Information was at a premium.  And when you did
get information it was not always correct.  It was sort
of like a game we used to play called "Rumor", where
someone would whisper a phrase into someone's ear and
that person in turn would repeat it, and so on until the
"rumor" got to the last person who would say what was
whispered into their ear.  It was always incomplete or
totally incorrect.  This is what our sex education was
like.

	I didn't have any older brothers or sisters to
help me.  There was just my twin sister, Kathy, and my-
self.    Being twelve, I was getting curious about sex
and what my sister "looked" like.  So I would deliber-
ately try to walk in on her when she was taking a bath
or just in the bathroom. We had separate bedrooms with
a common bathroom in between. She knew what I was up to
and let me see her on occasion.  She played the same
game with me too.  

	We were very close to each other, which is com-
mon between twins.  We shared almost everything. Almost.
But our togetherness really took off a few weeks after
our twelfth birthday. 

	Twins have a strong common bond.  Even twins of
the opposite sex.  We had been constant companions as
far back as we could remember.  We shared everything.
So when this new era in our lives came -- It happened to
both of us at the same time, in just slightly different
ways.

This was our experience:

	One morning early, Kathy was in the bathroom
sitting on the commode crying.  I heard her and went to
the door to see if she was okay.

	As I reached the door of the bathroom, I real-
ized that it was unlocked.  So I went in. And asked my
sister what the matter was.

	In typical feminine fashion, she replied,
"nothing." Sniff.

	I looked at her with my twelve year old wisdom
and said, "you're crying for a reason.  Come on.  You
and I have always shared."

	She caught her breath, took a deep breath, and
said, "okay.  I woke up this morning and my panties are
all wet.  I know I didn't wet the bed,  I know it isn't
pee."

	They were down around her ankles,  so I leaned
down to take them.  "Here let me see what might be
wrong."  With that I brought them closer for a better
inspection.  As I did, I smelled something that was
really pretty exciting to me.  I had no idea what it
was or why it smelled so good.  But I did know I liked
it.  It didn't look like pee.  I caught a little between
my finger and thumb and felt it.  "Kathy it doesn't feel
like pee, here feel some of it,"  and I handed her the
panties.  

	She felt it herself and asked, "what is it then?
What's happening to me?"

	"I don't know.  Did you hurt yourself?  Is it an
infection?"

	"I don't remember hurting myself."

	"Do you ever play with yourself?"

	"What are you?  Some kind of doctor?  That's
none of your business."

	"So you do. Maybe that's what's wrong. Why don't
you let me look to see if there's an infection."

	"Are you crazy?  There's no way I'm going to do
anything as disgusting as that."

	"Okay.  But if there's something wrong and mom
takes you to the doctor, he'll do the same thing.  And
if there is something wrong he'll tell mom.  And then
you'll be in big trouble.  I was just trying to help
you.  Look, we never keep secrets from each other, and
we never tell on each other.  I just thought if I could
see anything, we could put a bandage on it or some-
thing."

	"Okay Kevin, but you can only look, you're not
to touch."

	I know the reader would find it hard to believe,
but I was as concerned about Kathy as I was curious
about her.  I had accidentally hit on the 'playing with
herself' thing, because I had been doing the same thing
with myself.

	She stood up and spread her legs apart, I got
down on my hands and knees and looked up.  But I
couldn't see anything.

	"I can't see anything.  This isn't working out
well.  Let me lock the bathroom door so mom won't catch
us, and you sit on the counter so I can look better."

	We locked the door that led from the bathroom to
her bedroom, and she very reluctantly got on the counter
and spread her legs.  I looked more closely.  She had
started to grow hair around her pussy and her pussy
itself was starting to open up like a flower awakening
from it's early bud stages.  In some ways I was over-
whelmed by the sight, and in others I was very excited.
It looked very nice to me.  No inflammation, no sores.
"You'll have to part it open for me."

	"What?  Are you crazy?  Can't you see enough
now?"

	"No I can't because it's partially closed."

	"You better be telling me the truth,"  she said
as she reached down to part her lips.  As I looked
closer, I could see more of this liquid coming out of
her.  And I could smell that same smell. I was really
finding the smell to be beyond exciting.

	"I don't think there's anything wrong.  I don't
see any sores. It's not red and blistered.  But I see
more of that stuff coming out of you.  Maybe you're
starting your period."

	"What would you know about that?"

	"Plenty.  All the guys talk about it.  That's
how girls have babies. They have a period, and then a
guy sticks his thing inside and shoots some stuff in
there, and then she has a baby."

	"That's disgusting.  Mom would never let dad
stick his thing in her.  You just made it up."

	"No serious.  That's how women have babies."

	"Not my mother and father."

	"Why don't you ask your friends.  See if they
agree with me."

	"Maybe I will...."

	"Kathy, time to get up dear," yelled mom at the
bottom of the stairs.

	"Quick, she'll be up her any time now.  Get back
in bed.  I'll lock the bathroom door and she'll think
I'm in here. Go, quick."  Kathy jumped down from the
counter, and ran to her bed sliding quickly under the
covers.  I locked the door and looked at the counter.
She had left her panties there.  I picked them up with
the idea of sneaking them into the dirty clothes hamper
when mom wasn't looking.  I paused and brought the
crotch up to my nose.  There was that smell again.  I
was getting really addicted to it. I brought them closer
and stuck my tongue onto the crotch area.  The stuff
tasted pretty good too.  With that, I shoved them into
the inside pocket of my jacket with the intention of
depositing them before going to school.

	Mom called to me to get up.  I could tell she
had gone into Kathy's room.  So I went back into the
bathroom, flushed the commode and unlocked the door to
Kathy's room.

	"You can use the bathroom now Kathy," I called
out.

	"Thank you,"

	After getting dressed, I went downstairs with my
jacket slung over a shoulder and sat down for breakfast.
As usual, we were late and I grabbed my jacket and ran
out of the house with Kathy's panties still inside.  It
was when I got to school that I started to worry about
getting caught with my sister's panties.

	"Oh my god," I thought, "how would I explain to
any of the guys why I have a pair of girls panties with
roses all over them in my possession.  And dirty ones at
that.  All day long, every time I would open my jacket,
I could smell Kathy.  I loved it, but was really worried
that one of the guys would smell it and discover what
was inside.  

	During lunch I was sitting with some of the old-
er guys eating my lunch, when a friend of mine who was
in the eighth grade picked up my jacket that was laying
on the bench beside me for no apparent reason.  Kathy's
bouquet filled the air.  Richard dug a little deeper and
found the panties.

	"What are you doing with these?" he asked.

	"They're my sister's.  I was supposed to drop
them off into the hamper this morning and forgot."

	"Wow.  They smell like real pussy.  Hey look
there's a pussy hair on them.  Can I keep it?"

	I couldn't understand what the big difference
would be, and further what a pussy hair was.  We didn't
even own a cat.  He must have been mistaken.  "Sure, go
ahead."

	He reached into the crotch of the panties and
pulled out one of the hairs that had formerly been on
Kathy's pussy.  "So thats what he meant."  I thought.

	"Does she have much hair on her pussy?"

	Richard became my mentor that lunch hour.  And
in 30 minutes I learned everything there was to know
about sex.  I couldn't wait to bring Kathy up to date
on my knowledge.

	School really dragged on that afternoon.  I was
so busy trying my best to remember all the facts I had
been told.  I really wanted to share with Kathy and set
her mind at ease.  This was just some juice that comes
down from inside her pussy to let things slide in and
out.  And I was right.  A man makes his rooster (I later
realized it was cock, but cock - rooster, they're the
same aren't they?) anyway a man puts his rooster into a
woman's pussy and moved it in and out until he squirts
his come into her.  She doesn't always get a baby, only
when she's lucky.

	The bell rang to end the school day.  I gathered
my stuff and ran to the bus.  Kathy was there with her
friend Pamela.  I wanted to tell her, but not with Pam
there.  So I had to wait until we got home.  

	Finally we got home and there was a note from
mom that she and dad were going to be at the Henderson's
to play bridge.  She had dinner in the oven with all the
instructions.  We had done this before and it was fine
with me.  "Hey, now Kathy and I can really talk without
fear,"  I thought.

	I heard Kathy come in as I went into my bedroom.
I would wait until she got into her room and then I
would educate her.

	When I heard her, I promptly went over to the
door and walked in, "Kathy, I learned today what that
stuff was this morning and what sex is all about and
....oh hello Pam,"

	I was embarrassed.  I had blurted out not know-
ing that Pamela was there.  Fortunately, Pam really
liked me, and we all had played doctor when we were
younger, so I didn't mess up too badly.  

	"What stuff?  And what is it that we should
know?"  asked Pam.

	"Oh this morning I thought I had wet my bed.
My panties were all wet and I let Kevin check me down
there."

	"You what?!"

	"Hey, what's wrong with that?  I've seen YOU
plenty of times before.  So there's no big deal.  We
were worried."

	"That's not fair," replied Pam, "we were chil-
dren then."

	"You mean you got a new pussy?"  I said, blur-
ting out part of my new vocabulary.  Pamela knew the
term because she had two older sisters and an older
brother.

	"No smarty, it's the same pussy I had when I was
born."

	"What are you two talking about?"  asked Kathy,
pretty exasperated at being left in the dark.

	"Oh, pussy is a name that grown up people call
your thing, you know down there."

	"Yes and when that stuff comes, it is so things
can go in and out of your pussy better,"  I added.

	"Things?  Like what?"
	
	"A man's rooster," I announced with great pride.

	"That's not what you call it,"  said Pam, "it's
a cock."

	"Rooster - cock, they're the same thing.  And
how do you know so much."

	"I have sisters, and they have boyfriends."

	"Have you ever seen them do it?"  I asked.

	"No, but I know they do.  All adults do."

	"Do what?"  asked Kathy.

	"Kathy, men put their cocks inside women's
pussies all the time. I know it must feel really good
because Janice and Lisa are always talking about how
good it feels to them."

	"I sure don't think that sounds all that great.
I don't think I ever want to do that,"  replied Kathy.

	"Then you'll just have to frig yourself off,"
answered Pam.

	"What's that?"

	"Haven't you ever rubbed your pussy and it feels
so good to do it.  The harder you rub, the more you want
to rub?"

	"Yes it started a few months ago during the
night.  I started to rub myself against the sheets and
it really felt good."

	"And now you find if you rub it up there it
feels really good?"

	"Wow, I thought I was the only one.  Yes it
feels wonderful."

	Pamela smiled with great confidence now, "I can
almost get it to an organism."

	"What's an organism?"

	"That's when the pleasure is so strong that you
think you might faint."

	"Wow, I never knew you could do that.  You came
close?"

	"Several times."

	Not wanting to be left out I added in a scholar-
ly tone, "yes when you rub your criterous, it makes you
really dizzy and warm."

	"I think there's an  'l' in the word.  But yes,
that's what you have to rub."

	"How do I know if I have one?" questioned Kathy.

	"All girls do.  I do.  My sister's do.  So you
have to have one.  Pull down your panties and I'll show
you."

	"No you show me yours first and then we'll look
for mine."

	"With him in the room?"

	"Grow up Pamela.  I've seen your pussy before
and I don't care if it is grown up now.  I want to see
what one looks like too."

	Reluctantly Pam lifted her dress, and pulled off
her panties.  She had the same light brown hair on her
pussy that Kathy had.  She laid back on the bed and
spread her legs.  Soon she was conducting a tour of her
pussy for the two of us.  Hidden at the top of her slit
was a little button of flesh. She touched it and jumped.

	"That's it."

	All Kathy and I could say was, "Wow!"

	"Do you want to touch it Kathy?"

	"No.  But let Kevin touch it."

	"Okay, he's seen it now so I guess he can touch
it."

	I reached out ever so carefully my index finger
aiming for the tiny target.  As the tip of my finger
landed on the spot, Pamela jumped, I jumped, and Kathy
squealed.  I got a little braver and probed my finger
around it a bit.  This seemed to feel really nice to Pam
because she let out a sound that is only made when mom
gives you a warm chocolate chip cookie right out of the
oven.

	"Are you okay Pam?"  I asked.

	"Oh yes,  it feels even better when someone else
touches it.  But now we have to find Kathy's.  Come on
Kathy, you have to do what I did."

	Kathy wasn't at all sure about this whole thing,
but she complied.  If I can say anything about her, it's
that she has always been a good sport, and more daring
than most girls her age.  She finally worked up enough
nerve to pulled her dress up and slid out of her
panties. She assumed the position that Pamela had
earlier had.  Pam went over to her and pulled her labia
apart to expose an even larger clit than she had. "There
it is!" she announced.

	"Wow,"  I exclaimed, "that is really neat."

	"Let Kevin touch yours now, just like he touched
mine."

	I moved a little faster toward this larger
target.  After all I was now experienced and knew what
to do.  My finger landed right on top of Kathy's
slightly swollen clit.  She jumped twice as hard as
Pamela had.  

	I backed off and asked, "did it hurt?"

	"No, put your finger back.  It just tickled.
But in a funny way."

	I proceeded to probe around the entire area and
with each return to her clit, Kathy responded in an even
more pronounced way. I started to rub it with a little
more frequency and she started to turn blush in color.
And then I stopped.

	"What did you stop for?  I think I was going to
get an organism."

	"I didn't want to hurt you.  Look at all that
lubrication stuff she's leaking out now."  Sure enough,
Kathy was so worked up she was flowing a steady stream
of her juices from deep inside her vagina.

	Kathy was caught between being relieved that
this was normal, and being frustrated that for once in
her life this feeling she had been having had a reason
that she could understand, and I had stopped.

	"If you're a real man, you can make her organism
with your tongue,"  proclaimed Pamela, "that's what my
brother was bragging about with his friends."

	At first I didn't know about this idea, but then
as I got thinking about it, it sounded pretty neat.  I
did like the smell of her juices, and I kind of liked
the taste this morning from the crotch of her panties.
"Sure, I'll try."

	"That's sick,"  said Kathy.  But then she
started to think about how a wet soft tongue would feel
down there and relented, "if you want to, go ahead
Kevin."

	I got on my knees between Kathy's thighs and
lowered my mouth onto her pussy.  If I enjoyed the taste
of her panties, this was beyond description.  She tasted
really good. As I moved my tongue back and forth against
her clit she responded with more feeling than before.
She started to shake all over, and soon she was moaning
like she was having a fever attack.  Her body started to
shake harder and harder, and she was breathing really
hard now.

	I continued not wanting to fail her now, I knew
she was going to do something big.  All of a sudden she
cried out Yes, yes yes, yes, yes.  All the time she was
bouncing her bottom on the bed.  Then she stopped and
collapsed still twitching a little bit and breathing
hard.

	"Oh Pam.  It's even better than you said.  That
was the most exciting feeling I have ever had.  I got so
dizzy I thought I was going to sleep.  I felt like I had
to pee the hardest I have ever had to, but it wasn't
pee.  It was just inside me.  Oh I can't explain it any
better.  Pam you have to let Kevin do it to you."

	Pamela was really reluctant at first.  But she
really wanted to feel what Kathy had felt.  She wanted
it so very badly, and now was as good a time as any.  So
finally she took her dress off completely and stood
there in her training bra and panties.  "Okay," she said
with some reluctance, "let's do it."  And she removed
her pink and blue striped cotton panties, now just wear-
ing shoes and socks and her training bra.  She lay on
the bed next to Kathy with her feet on the ground and
her butt seated against the edge.  

	By now I was a seasoned veteran at 'eating
pussy.'  I moved quickly, trying to remember exactly
how I did it to Kathy.  Pamela's clit was smaller.  But
the area around the clit seemed to be super charged with
feelings.  As my tongue started to lick around the whole
area I could smell Pam's juices.  Her pussy smelled
slightly different than Kathy's, not better or worse,
just different.  I really enjoyed the smell and taste.
Unlike Kathy, Pamela was in constant agitation from the
very beginning.  She was also really noisy.  She was
crying out constantly, about how good it was feeling.

	This and the taste was doing some great wonders
for me also.  The girls weren't aware at all of what was
happening to me during all this, but my cock was pushing
so hard against my pants that it was getting just plain
painful.  Pamela started to slap the bed on both sides
of her now as she lifted her butt off the bed and pushed
her pussy deeper into my face.  It was so forceful that
my tongue slipped off her clit and down toward the
entrance of her vagina.  Instead of slowing her down,
this brought her into an even more violent reaction.
She was furious with activity and agitation.  Her juices
were flowing steadily out and down her ass crack on to
the bed spread.

	Then with one large thrust of her pelvis, she
climaxed in a grand style.  Her legs came together and
pinned my head between them.   As I managed to wiggle
free, I looked at her face, she still had tooth marks
on her bottom lip, her eyes were closed and she was
moving her head back and forth.  She was gasping for
air.

	When she finally was able to catch her breath
she opened her eyes and a smile lit up her face.  "That
was the greatest.  That was more than anyone said it
would be.  I want to do it again and again. You're right
Kathy, it makes you feel like you have to pee the big-
gest pee in your life and you just can't hold it.  And
when you let go, you just float in the sky."

	The two girls were so wrapped up in describing
their new found pleasures that they forgot that I was in
the room.  Suddenly Pamela realized that her and Kathy
were virtually nude in front of me, this seemed to
bother her for some reason so she said, "we had to show
ourselves to Kevin.  I think he should show his cock to
us.   It's only fair. Kevin," asked Pam, "do you ever,
you know...squirt that stuff out?"

	I had already admitted in a way to Kathy that I
had masturbated a couple of times (I didn't say per day
which was much closer to the truth).  I looked at Pamela
and said, "it's not that easy.  I don't just let it get
hard and it squirts by itself.  I have to pet it."

	This made both of them giggle almost out of
control.  Then Kathy spoke up, "take off your clothes
and let us see what a man looks like Kev.  It's been a
long time since either of us has seen you.

	My heart was pounding in my throat as I slowly
removed my pants and shirt, standing there in my shoes,
socks and BVD's.  I really wanted to show myself to the
girls, in the worst way. By now, my cock was straining
to free itself from captivity and was making my under-
wear look very stretched out.  As removed my shorts and
there was a gasp. I don't think either girl expected to
see anything other than the little worm I used to have
when we had all been nude playing doctor year before. I
had been developing and not only did I have a much
larger cock than they had anticipated, but my balls a
lot larger, and I had some pubic hair.

	The sight of the two of them laying on Kathy's
bed with no panties on, made my erection grow to a
pretty impressive size. Kathy had her mouth wide open,
and Pamela just sat there and starred at it.  "So that's
what it looks like,"  said Kathy with a sound of total
disbelief.

	"I have only seen my brothers from a distance
and I don't think it's that big," remarked Pamela. (Of
course she probably never saw her brothers hard.)

	"Pet it and make it squirt" The both said almost
simultaneously.

	I slowly started to pump my cock.  I was very
nervous jacking off in front of them but was able to
kept my excitement up by looking at the two girls on
Kathy's bed.  It wasn't going to take long to erupt this
time -- the thought of doing it in front of them was
making me ready really fast.  I could feel my insides
starting to churn.  Slowly I could feel the pressure
build up in me as I kept stroke cock with more purpose.
I shut my eyes and concentrate on the wonderful feel-
ings.  I could feel it coming. And finally out it shot,
arching into the air and landing on the carpet in front
of the two girls.

	They both jumped up and ran to the spot where it
landed.  "Be careful Kathy, it might get you pregnant if
you touch it."

	Kathy ignored the warning and scooped up what
she could into her hand.  "No you can't.  You have to
have it inside you."  Then she looked at it closely. "It
looks like snot.  But it feels different. She put her
hand up to her nose to smell it. "It smells like paste."

	"Let me see," asked Pamela, she looked it over
carefully.

	"Remember, you can't get pregnant from it unless
it goes inside you."

	"That's right," Pamela agreed, as she took some
out of Kathy's hand.

	Pam smelled it and looked carefully at it, then
she noticed my cock was getting smaller, and there was
some of my stuff on it.  She came over to me and handled
my now downsizing cock.  She was the first 'woman' to
touch me there, if you consider a twelve year old a
woman.

	"The skin is so soft.  Kathy you feel it."

	Kathy jumped at the opportunity.  Now she was
ready to learn everything she could.  She wanted to feel
it.  "Make it hard again so we can feel it when it's
bigger." she said.

	"I can't.  It takes time to reload.  Let me do
you again and then maybe it will be ready."

	"Sure"

	"And when you're through with Kathy, do me."

	"This time let me see your titties too."

	The two of them looked at each other and giggled
and shrugged their shoulders, "why not?"

	You have to appreciate that I had never had the
opportunity to feel real female breasts in my life.  The
anticipation of what was in store for me as they both
removed their training bras made me feel super excited.
This was more exciting than touching their pussies.  I
mean these were going to be real live tits.  As Pamela's
bra feel away exposing what to me were big breasts, my
head was spinning.  I wanted to touch them so badly and
she realized that. "Go ahead Kevin,  you can feel them,"
she said.

	Slowly I reached my hand out to feel one of
them.  As my finger landed gently on the surface, a
spark went through my whole body.  This was exciting --
I was instantly hard again.

	"Put your whole hand on it, it won't bite you,"
Pamela encouraged me.

	I have been very lucky to feel and admire many
breasts in my life.  But the first time I ever felt a
real living breast was something I will never forget.
40 years later, and I can still remember what that feel
was like.  Firm, yet soft.  Totally exciting.  She
already had well defined nipples, even if they weren't
very large, there was no mistake that she was excited.
My hand rested there so that my brain could absorb the
moment.

	This moment was broken when Kathy pushed her
breasts into my face.  While not as big as Pamela's, her
training bra was not for decoration or wishful thinking
only, it was needed.  She was well on her way to
development.  

	"Kathy, can I kiss them?"

	"That sounds nice, please do."

	I leaned over with my hand still on Pamela's
breast, and kissed one of Kathy's nipples.  By pure
instinct I put my mouth over her nipple and started suck
it.  This turned out to be the correct move to make at
this time.   Kathy responded with sounds of shear
pleasure.  Pamela was so excited over what I was doing
with Kathy that her nipples started to get hard.  Those
little 12 year old buds responding in such a dramatic
way.  I turned from Kathy to do the same with Pamela.
It was becoming obvious that I needed two mouths.  At
this age, these two women were showing a very feminine
response, the love of attention and adoration of their
breasts.

	Finally, Pamela looked down at my cock which had
grown to behemoth proportions.  "Look at how big it's
got Kathy?"

	"Kev make it squirt again.  We want to see it,"
begged Kathy.

	For some strange reason, the girls while watch-
ing me, started to feel each others breasts.  We three
began a time of mutual satisfaction.  Even though I had
cum just a few minutes ago, I was ready again.  I was so
charged up by what I had seen and felt that I just
couldn't hold back.  By this time, the two girls were
sitting on the edge of the bed with me standing almost
in front of Pamela.  With one last stroke my first shot
of ejaculate went sailing through the air and landed
squarely on top of Pam's left breast, then the next shot
hit her arm and the final shot got her just above the
navel.

	"Oops, sorry.  I didn't mean for it to land on
you."

	Pamela was in no way repulsed.  Instead she
smiled at me, and scooped the glob off her breast and
tasted it.  

	"It doesn't taste too bad Kathy, not real yummy,
but not real yucky either.  You should try it."

	Never one to back down from a dare or challenge,
Kathy gathered all my sperm that was on Pamela's arm
with a finger and plopped it into her mouth.  "Mmmm."

	After tasting it for a second or two, she said,
"I kind of like the taste.  The thought of where it came
from is really neat.  I mean I don't want to give up
candy for it, but there's something that makes me feel
tingly all over about it.  Do you think we can get preg-
nant if we shallow too much of this?"

	This simple problem was new to the girls, but
one that they had to find an answer to.  They both de-
cided that they would put this into their mouths again,
but how much was safe?

	As they were pondering that problem, we heard
the garage door open.  "Quick, mom and dad are home.
Kathy, Pam get dressed for bed, and get into bed,  Mom
always checks here  first.  I'll go through the bathroom
and close the doors.  'Move', she'll be up here in a
minute."

	The girls scrambled quickly to get things set
for Mom's goodnight visit.  Pamela got into her pajamas
so quickly she forgot to wipe the cum off her belly and
squashed it between her body and the pajamas.

	Soon Mom was upstairs and into Kathy's room.  I
hadn't closed the bathroom doors completely and heard
her kiss the girls goodnight.

	"Did Kevin get home on time?"

	"Yes Mommy."

	"Are you awake Kevin?"

	In a voice like I had just started to doze off
I answered, "Yes, Mom"

	"Good night children, I'll see you in the morn-
ing."

	Disaster averted, experiment successful!

[chapter 2 lost]

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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!!  You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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Kristen's collection - Directory 5

