Norman
Allan : the story Chapter8 | |
1: not
counting the red glass? 2: I pooped my pants, once, when seven. And I stole a friend's toy pistol, which I had coveted, but then later threw in away in the little woods (I couldn't play with it (publicly) after all). 3. and was it clumsy cunnilingus, or a clumsy finger fuck?
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