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38 Lensman You rolled in sand for me. Frame by grainy frame, you laughed carefully into my lens. Your tits were perfect. Later I butchered your post-coital image into eight fragments – pasted them on a piece of board for some future husband to admire. Your blameless gaze was a direct question but in the end, your perfume put me off. ...

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