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that I would love this one. I remember the days when I would sneak a quick peck from my high school girlfriend. Those are fond memories. Jeez, the first time I tasted pussy, in the back seat of my Mother's car *sigh* We didn't know what we were doing, only that it felt good and right. I love girls.

I think you inspired me to write a poem today about that first time. *rose*

Heck, I'm wet. This made me very horny.