The Cane Miss Bush and Me Part 3
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Four full days had passed since my caning from Miss Bush, and four full days had passed since I had last masturbated. This was without doubt my longest period of abstinence since I had discovered the pleasures of this immensely pleasurable, yet sometimes frowned upon, pastime.
Being caned naked by a beautiful woman was embarrassing enough in itself, but somehow I seemed to have the fortitude to overcome that. My dear old grandmother often used the expression 'What goes around comes around,' and I suppose I could hardly complain about getting my own bare bottom caned, embarrassing though it was, when I had achieved so much pleasure from others getting caned in both my fantasies and when it had happened for real in school.
Despite the excruciating pain inflicted by the cane and the marks it had left on my buttocks, I was almost glad it had happened and bizarrely perhaps, relished the thought of having my bare bottom caned again and again.
Before I'd actually felt the cane across my own buttocks I had never even so much as contemplated the true pain inflicted by the cane and had certainly never imagined that a caning could in fact, be such an arousing experience for the recipient.
My arrival home on the day of my caning had seen me head straight to my bedroom to remove the borrowed PE kit before anyone saw me and asked any awkward questions. Naked in my bedroom I had stood before the full length mirror on my wardrobe door and studied the stripes on my buttocks, squeezing and kneading my flesh to enjoy the soreness which had quickly replaced the initial agony.
What I couldn't come to terms with though, was the embarrassment of the erection I'd displayed to Miss Bush. This woman with whom I'd become so besotted had caned me naked and I'd had a bloody erection right in front of her!
What on earth must she have thought of me and who had she told about this? Perhaps Michelle Conway, Denise Fletcher and the rest on my list knew about this embarrassing spectacle! Perhaps they were laughing about me behind my back.
I could even imagine prudish old Mrs Chadwick requiring smelling salts to bring her around after fainting in the staff-room as Miss Bush told the story of my erection to the entire teaching staff.
Perhaps though, I was just being paranoid!
My 'wanking list' was now in tatters. Any sexual thoughts about Miss Bush had completely evaporated and with the other nine girls on the list having been made to interact with the attractive headmistress at some time or other in my fantasies, either being caned by her or engaging in some form of lesbian sex with her, often both, meant that I felt the need to erase my entire list.
Hell, I had masturbated over and over again to the fantasy of Sally Parsons, who had risen to number four on my list after sporting a new and greatly improved hairstyle, receiving a sound bare bottom caning from Miss Bush before being vigorously anally fucked with the headmistress's wide girth, 10 inch strap on. I just simply knew that I didn't want to face any of them ever again, even if it was just in my fantasies!
I was however, a resilient and mostly positive young guy and in the knowledge that I would be finished with school forever in a little over a month, I began to channel my interests elsewhere.
A new family had moved in four doors down the road from me just a couple of weeks earlier and to my delight the family included a daughter around my own age who my initial observations suggested would be worthy of a position on any new wanking list that I chose to compile.
To begin with I'd only seen the daughter from a distance and didn't even know her name, but on Saturday afternoon, the fifth day following my caning, I set out to walk to a my friend Philip's house. Quickly though, I changed my plans as I saw my new and attractive neighbour waiting alone at the bus stop, presumably to catch the bus which went to the town centre.
Thankful that I had some money in the pocket of my cut off denims, I nonchalantly stood behind her as if my only purpose was to catch the same bus. Biding my time, I scrutinised her from close up, careful for my attentions to go unnoticed.
It was another very warm day as the Summer of '76 continued to break records, and the blue and white hooped, sleeveless summer dress she was wearing barely reached the top of her thighs and molded itself tightly around her delightful young bottom leaving little to the imagination. She certainly had long, shapely legs and even in flat sandals she was a tall girl, perhaps within an inch or two of my own height of five feet ten. Her hair was almost pure black and was cut in a type of pageboy style, unusual maybe, but I really rather liked it.
“Are you the girl who's moved into number 33?” I offered as my opening gambit after completing my close range scrutiny and deciding that she actually was as attractive as my earlier observations had suggested.
She turned and looked at me, ” Yeah, that's right. You live just down the road, I've seen you comin' out of your house,” she responded in a seemingly disinterested and rather flat kind of tone.
Her accent seemed to be from the Liverpool area.
“So have you moved down here from Liverpool?” I asked.
“Birkenhead actually. Yeah worst luck, me dad's work moved 'im to this fuckin' place, can't stand it 'round 'ere, wanna go back as soon as I can, all me mates is there.”
Well, things certainly hadn't started off as I'd hoped, but faint heart and all that jazz, persuaded me to keep going.
“My name's Tobias,” I informed her offering her my hand to shake.
“Sandra,” she replied curtly, glancing at my offered hand with no apparent intention to reciprocate my gesture.
After standing in uncomfortable silence for the next few minutes the bus eventually arrived and Sandra got on with me close behind her. After we both paid our fare, Sandra headed for the back seat of the near empty bus.
“Mind if I join you?” I asked.
“Up to you, can if you want,” she replied.
Sandra was certainly not the most congenial of girls, but well, if she didn't seem interested in me, at least the longer I spent with her and continued my scrutiny, the better I would be able to visualise her when I masturbated about her later in the day.
Hell yes, the realisation had suddenly struck me that thanks to the lovely, yet somber, Sandra, my masturbatory desires were once more restored to full working order and the fact that she seemed such a miserable cow didn't matter one iota. I needed new stock for my wanking list and there was little doubt that Sanda would do very nicely for starters.
As the bus pulled up in front of the Town Hall, we both alighted.
“What are you planning to do?” I asked as we crossed the pavement toward the main shopping centre.
“Don't know really, just thought I'd mooch about, better than stayin' in the house on me own. Me mam and dad's taken me k** brother into London to the waxworks and then they're going to some show or other this evenin' so won't be back 'til quite late. “
“How come you didn't go with them?” I asked.
“Me mam called us a moody cow this mornin', 'coz I told her I don't want to stay down south. We had a bit of a row so she told us to stay at home and not spoil things for the rest of them. By the way, you ask a lorra questions.”
Half expecting to be catching the next bus back and head for Philip's house, albeit later than planned, I stood and watched as Sandra set off toward the shopping centre.
She hadn't gone very far when she turned and called back to me, “Well Tobias, or whatever your daft name is, you comin'? You can show us 'round if you like.”
Choosing not to take exception to the comment about my name I hurried after her.
As the afternoon progressed, Sandra's frosty exterior seemed to thaw a little and after we'd visited a few of the main shops I treated her to a Cornish Mivvi and an iced drink at the ice-cream parlour in the town centre. We also sat on the wall for a while and dipped our feet in the refreshingly cool water around the fountain in the town square.
With the shops beginning to close for the day we decided to wander back in the direction of the bus stop to go home. As we did so, Sandra took me by complete surprise as we passed a chemist's shop. “If you want to come back to me house and fuck me you'd better go in there and buy a 'johnny', I won't do it without one. Me best mate Vicky from school got pregnant a few months back by a lad she'd never met before and hasn't seen since, so it's up to you.”
I paused for a moment, perhaps trying to process what she had just said, as I really hadn't been expecting that.
“Look if you're scared about askin' just give us the money and I'll go and get a pack, better hurry 'coz I think they're closin' soon,” said Sandra impatiently.
I'd geared myself to returning home and heading straight to my bedroom to wank about Sandra, but being invited to actually fuck her was way beyond my expectations.
Declining Sandra's offer to go into the shop on my behalf, I rushed in and bought a packet of condoms. Served by an overweight, middle aged man in a white coat, I watched his focus as it was drawn towards Sandra waiting in front of the shop's large, plate glass window. I imagined his envy at my good fortune to be using my purchase on her and almost wanted to confirm to him the intended destination of the pack of three that I'd bought.
Arriving at Sandra's house, I followed her upstairs to her bedroom, my eyes glued to her shapely bottom clad in white panties, barely covered by the shortness of her dress. As her bottom rolled provocatively with every step that she took, my cock was semi-erect before I had even reached the top of the stairs.
Sandra's bedroom was small and full of unpacked cardboard boxes piled on top of each other, perhaps a kind of protest to her wanting to return to Birkenhead. Although there wasn't much space around her bed, at least the bed itself was clear and certainly fit for purpose.
I smiled at the wallpaper in the bedroom, its pattern comprising of pictures of cars and petrol pumps, clearly intended for a young boy. Although I didn't really know them, I remembered that the family previously living in the house had three young sons. As I once more cast my eyes over Sandra, there was one thing I could at least be totally certain of; she most certainly wasn't a boy!
Sandra wasted little time in slipping her dress over her head and casting it onto the top of one of the cardboard boxes, before kicking off her sandals. She wore no bra and her generous breasts seemed to stand proudly without aid.
As my eyes feasted on the sight of her delightful young body as she began to slip down her small, white panties, I stood near mesmerised as my eyes caught my first sight of her glorious, naked bottom. It certainly was a beautiful bottom, perhaps even better than I had imagined and was a bottom that I had little doubt would feature regularly in my fantasies from now on.
“Come on then, I'm not standing here in the buff on me own,” she said impatiently, displaying the first proper smile I'd seen from her.
Hastily I slipped off my t-shirt followed by my denim shorts, taking my underpants with them. Scuffing off my well-worn trainers I was thankful that I'd soaked my feet in the water around the fountain as I doubted that after a hot summer of use, my footwear had the kind of aroma that impressed the ladies!.
As I stood completely naked with my cock still semi-erect, it was now Sandra's turn to scrutinise me, “You're a good lookin' lad Tobias, I'll give you that,” she said with another smile. “Let's get you proper hard,” she continued as she reached forward and gently wrapped her fingers around my cock. “I wanna feel that nice big cock right inside me, I love sex me.”
As I hastily turned and bent over to pick up my shorts to get one of the condoms from the pocket, I felt Sandra's fingertips brush against my buttocks. “What are them marks on your bum?“ she enquired.
“Now who's asking a 'lorra' questions?” I replied attempting to mimick Sandra's accent to cover my embarrassment. “I got the cane a few days ago at school for jumping in the swimming pool with my clothes on,” I blurted.
Although I really wanted to keep my caning a secret from Sandra, the humiliating truth was the only plausible explanation I could think of at this moment.
Damn, I'd checked the marks on my buttocks the previous day and they were really quite faint and I thought they'd be completely gone by now.
Sandra chuckled, ”I got caned loads when I was at school. Mrs Robinson the headmistress had it in for us and I'm sure she liked usin' me backside for target practice, the cow even caned me on my last day before we moved down here.”
Wow, this admission from Sandra made me feel a whole lot better. Hell, the thought of Sandra getting that totally delicious bottom of hers caned, almost caused me to cum there and then and as I climbed onto the bed above her and guided myself into her beckoning cunt, I knew that however hard I tried, this was likely to be a very quick fuck.
As I got in bed that night, I glanced at the clock on my bedside cabinet. It was just gone 11 o'clock and just four and a half hours earlier I had been naked in bed, just a few doors down the street, with the lovely Sandra who was currently the only girl on my new wanking list.
Fucking this beautiful creature had been over with so quickly it was hard to imagine that it had happened at all, but thankfully I had stayed long enough beyond the event to at least enjoy some 'after play' and drink in the delights of her amazing body. Her totally mouthwatering bottom was firmly etched in my mind, as potential fantasies to include her in flooded through me.
With my batteries quickly recharged I had been ready to fuck her again, but worried that her parents would return early (or maybe that was her excuse to get rid of me) Sandra had suggested I left at the very moment I felt able to go again.
As I lay in my bed at home, I began to work my cock to the image of Sandra which was etched in my mind. Thoughts of her beautiful bottom being caned by Mrs Robinson led the direction of my fantasising, but without any inkling as to what Mrs Robinson was like, I once more called upon the services of the delightful Miss Bush to act as a substitute headmistress.
Retrieving a sock from the bedroom floor, I slipped it over my swollen cock and began working myself to my thoughts. With my own caning fresh in my mind, I began to rework the scenario to include Sandra.
In this new scenario, Sandra was also a pupil at my school and we had jumped into the pool fully clothed together. This time though, believing that there was no one around to see us, we attempted to have sex in the water with Sandra holding onto the edge of the pool as I fucked her from behind.
Our fun though, was cut short as Miss Bush stepped out of the shadows and sent us to her study where we were made to take off our wet clothes and present our naked bodies side by side bent over her desk in order to receive twenty four strokes of the cane each.
Oh my god, the thought of feeling the cane on my own buttocks again was arousing enough, but with Sandra's beautiful bottom also getting caned, this was beyond mind-blowing.
Hell, this was a fantasy that I was to replay over and over again and with Miss Bush back on the scene I gradually felt able to revisit some of my old fantasies!
To be continued
Being caned naked by a beautiful woman was embarrassing enough in itself, but somehow I seemed to have the fortitude to overcome that. My dear old grandmother often used the expression 'What goes around comes around,' and I suppose I could hardly complain about getting my own bare bottom caned, embarrassing though it was, when I had achieved so much pleasure from others getting caned in both my fantasies and when it had happened for real in school.
Despite the excruciating pain inflicted by the cane and the marks it had left on my buttocks, I was almost glad it had happened and bizarrely perhaps, relished the thought of having my bare bottom caned again and again.
Before I'd actually felt the cane across my own buttocks I had never even so much as contemplated the true pain inflicted by the cane and had certainly never imagined that a caning could in fact, be such an arousing experience for the recipient.
My arrival home on the day of my caning had seen me head straight to my bedroom to remove the borrowed PE kit before anyone saw me and asked any awkward questions. Naked in my bedroom I had stood before the full length mirror on my wardrobe door and studied the stripes on my buttocks, squeezing and kneading my flesh to enjoy the soreness which had quickly replaced the initial agony.
What I couldn't come to terms with though, was the embarrassment of the erection I'd displayed to Miss Bush. This woman with whom I'd become so besotted had caned me naked and I'd had a bloody erection right in front of her!
What on earth must she have thought of me and who had she told about this? Perhaps Michelle Conway, Denise Fletcher and the rest on my list knew about this embarrassing spectacle! Perhaps they were laughing about me behind my back.
I could even imagine prudish old Mrs Chadwick requiring smelling salts to bring her around after fainting in the staff-room as Miss Bush told the story of my erection to the entire teaching staff.
Perhaps though, I was just being paranoid!
My 'wanking list' was now in tatters. Any sexual thoughts about Miss Bush had completely evaporated and with the other nine girls on the list having been made to interact with the attractive headmistress at some time or other in my fantasies, either being caned by her or engaging in some form of lesbian sex with her, often both, meant that I felt the need to erase my entire list.
Hell, I had masturbated over and over again to the fantasy of Sally Parsons, who had risen to number four on my list after sporting a new and greatly improved hairstyle, receiving a sound bare bottom caning from Miss Bush before being vigorously anally fucked with the headmistress's wide girth, 10 inch strap on. I just simply knew that I didn't want to face any of them ever again, even if it was just in my fantasies!
I was however, a resilient and mostly positive young guy and in the knowledge that I would be finished with school forever in a little over a month, I began to channel my interests elsewhere.
A new family had moved in four doors down the road from me just a couple of weeks earlier and to my delight the family included a daughter around my own age who my initial observations suggested would be worthy of a position on any new wanking list that I chose to compile.
To begin with I'd only seen the daughter from a distance and didn't even know her name, but on Saturday afternoon, the fifth day following my caning, I set out to walk to a my friend Philip's house. Quickly though, I changed my plans as I saw my new and attractive neighbour waiting alone at the bus stop, presumably to catch the bus which went to the town centre.
Thankful that I had some money in the pocket of my cut off denims, I nonchalantly stood behind her as if my only purpose was to catch the same bus. Biding my time, I scrutinised her from close up, careful for my attentions to go unnoticed.
It was another very warm day as the Summer of '76 continued to break records, and the blue and white hooped, sleeveless summer dress she was wearing barely reached the top of her thighs and molded itself tightly around her delightful young bottom leaving little to the imagination. She certainly had long, shapely legs and even in flat sandals she was a tall girl, perhaps within an inch or two of my own height of five feet ten. Her hair was almost pure black and was cut in a type of pageboy style, unusual maybe, but I really rather liked it.
“Are you the girl who's moved into number 33?” I offered as my opening gambit after completing my close range scrutiny and deciding that she actually was as attractive as my earlier observations had suggested.
She turned and looked at me, ” Yeah, that's right. You live just down the road, I've seen you comin' out of your house,” she responded in a seemingly disinterested and rather flat kind of tone.
Her accent seemed to be from the Liverpool area.
“So have you moved down here from Liverpool?” I asked.
“Birkenhead actually. Yeah worst luck, me dad's work moved 'im to this fuckin' place, can't stand it 'round 'ere, wanna go back as soon as I can, all me mates is there.”
Well, things certainly hadn't started off as I'd hoped, but faint heart and all that jazz, persuaded me to keep going.
“My name's Tobias,” I informed her offering her my hand to shake.
“Sandra,” she replied curtly, glancing at my offered hand with no apparent intention to reciprocate my gesture.
After standing in uncomfortable silence for the next few minutes the bus eventually arrived and Sandra got on with me close behind her. After we both paid our fare, Sandra headed for the back seat of the near empty bus.
“Mind if I join you?” I asked.
“Up to you, can if you want,” she replied.
Sandra was certainly not the most congenial of girls, but well, if she didn't seem interested in me, at least the longer I spent with her and continued my scrutiny, the better I would be able to visualise her when I masturbated about her later in the day.
Hell yes, the realisation had suddenly struck me that thanks to the lovely, yet somber, Sandra, my masturbatory desires were once more restored to full working order and the fact that she seemed such a miserable cow didn't matter one iota. I needed new stock for my wanking list and there was little doubt that Sanda would do very nicely for starters.
As the bus pulled up in front of the Town Hall, we both alighted.
“What are you planning to do?” I asked as we crossed the pavement toward the main shopping centre.
“Don't know really, just thought I'd mooch about, better than stayin' in the house on me own. Me mam and dad's taken me k** brother into London to the waxworks and then they're going to some show or other this evenin' so won't be back 'til quite late. “
“How come you didn't go with them?” I asked.
“Me mam called us a moody cow this mornin', 'coz I told her I don't want to stay down south. We had a bit of a row so she told us to stay at home and not spoil things for the rest of them. By the way, you ask a lorra questions.”
Half expecting to be catching the next bus back and head for Philip's house, albeit later than planned, I stood and watched as Sandra set off toward the shopping centre.
She hadn't gone very far when she turned and called back to me, “Well Tobias, or whatever your daft name is, you comin'? You can show us 'round if you like.”
Choosing not to take exception to the comment about my name I hurried after her.
As the afternoon progressed, Sandra's frosty exterior seemed to thaw a little and after we'd visited a few of the main shops I treated her to a Cornish Mivvi and an iced drink at the ice-cream parlour in the town centre. We also sat on the wall for a while and dipped our feet in the refreshingly cool water around the fountain in the town square.
With the shops beginning to close for the day we decided to wander back in the direction of the bus stop to go home. As we did so, Sandra took me by complete surprise as we passed a chemist's shop. “If you want to come back to me house and fuck me you'd better go in there and buy a 'johnny', I won't do it without one. Me best mate Vicky from school got pregnant a few months back by a lad she'd never met before and hasn't seen since, so it's up to you.”
I paused for a moment, perhaps trying to process what she had just said, as I really hadn't been expecting that.
“Look if you're scared about askin' just give us the money and I'll go and get a pack, better hurry 'coz I think they're closin' soon,” said Sandra impatiently.
I'd geared myself to returning home and heading straight to my bedroom to wank about Sandra, but being invited to actually fuck her was way beyond my expectations.
Declining Sandra's offer to go into the shop on my behalf, I rushed in and bought a packet of condoms. Served by an overweight, middle aged man in a white coat, I watched his focus as it was drawn towards Sandra waiting in front of the shop's large, plate glass window. I imagined his envy at my good fortune to be using my purchase on her and almost wanted to confirm to him the intended destination of the pack of three that I'd bought.
Arriving at Sandra's house, I followed her upstairs to her bedroom, my eyes glued to her shapely bottom clad in white panties, barely covered by the shortness of her dress. As her bottom rolled provocatively with every step that she took, my cock was semi-erect before I had even reached the top of the stairs.
Sandra's bedroom was small and full of unpacked cardboard boxes piled on top of each other, perhaps a kind of protest to her wanting to return to Birkenhead. Although there wasn't much space around her bed, at least the bed itself was clear and certainly fit for purpose.
I smiled at the wallpaper in the bedroom, its pattern comprising of pictures of cars and petrol pumps, clearly intended for a young boy. Although I didn't really know them, I remembered that the family previously living in the house had three young sons. As I once more cast my eyes over Sandra, there was one thing I could at least be totally certain of; she most certainly wasn't a boy!
Sandra wasted little time in slipping her dress over her head and casting it onto the top of one of the cardboard boxes, before kicking off her sandals. She wore no bra and her generous breasts seemed to stand proudly without aid.
As my eyes feasted on the sight of her delightful young body as she began to slip down her small, white panties, I stood near mesmerised as my eyes caught my first sight of her glorious, naked bottom. It certainly was a beautiful bottom, perhaps even better than I had imagined and was a bottom that I had little doubt would feature regularly in my fantasies from now on.
“Come on then, I'm not standing here in the buff on me own,” she said impatiently, displaying the first proper smile I'd seen from her.
Hastily I slipped off my t-shirt followed by my denim shorts, taking my underpants with them. Scuffing off my well-worn trainers I was thankful that I'd soaked my feet in the water around the fountain as I doubted that after a hot summer of use, my footwear had the kind of aroma that impressed the ladies!.
As I stood completely naked with my cock still semi-erect, it was now Sandra's turn to scrutinise me, “You're a good lookin' lad Tobias, I'll give you that,” she said with another smile. “Let's get you proper hard,” she continued as she reached forward and gently wrapped her fingers around my cock. “I wanna feel that nice big cock right inside me, I love sex me.”
As I hastily turned and bent over to pick up my shorts to get one of the condoms from the pocket, I felt Sandra's fingertips brush against my buttocks. “What are them marks on your bum?“ she enquired.
“Now who's asking a 'lorra' questions?” I replied attempting to mimick Sandra's accent to cover my embarrassment. “I got the cane a few days ago at school for jumping in the swimming pool with my clothes on,” I blurted.
Although I really wanted to keep my caning a secret from Sandra, the humiliating truth was the only plausible explanation I could think of at this moment.
Damn, I'd checked the marks on my buttocks the previous day and they were really quite faint and I thought they'd be completely gone by now.
Sandra chuckled, ”I got caned loads when I was at school. Mrs Robinson the headmistress had it in for us and I'm sure she liked usin' me backside for target practice, the cow even caned me on my last day before we moved down here.”
Wow, this admission from Sandra made me feel a whole lot better. Hell, the thought of Sandra getting that totally delicious bottom of hers caned, almost caused me to cum there and then and as I climbed onto the bed above her and guided myself into her beckoning cunt, I knew that however hard I tried, this was likely to be a very quick fuck.
As I got in bed that night, I glanced at the clock on my bedside cabinet. It was just gone 11 o'clock and just four and a half hours earlier I had been naked in bed, just a few doors down the street, with the lovely Sandra who was currently the only girl on my new wanking list.
Fucking this beautiful creature had been over with so quickly it was hard to imagine that it had happened at all, but thankfully I had stayed long enough beyond the event to at least enjoy some 'after play' and drink in the delights of her amazing body. Her totally mouthwatering bottom was firmly etched in my mind, as potential fantasies to include her in flooded through me.
With my batteries quickly recharged I had been ready to fuck her again, but worried that her parents would return early (or maybe that was her excuse to get rid of me) Sandra had suggested I left at the very moment I felt able to go again.
As I lay in my bed at home, I began to work my cock to the image of Sandra which was etched in my mind. Thoughts of her beautiful bottom being caned by Mrs Robinson led the direction of my fantasising, but without any inkling as to what Mrs Robinson was like, I once more called upon the services of the delightful Miss Bush to act as a substitute headmistress.
Retrieving a sock from the bedroom floor, I slipped it over my swollen cock and began working myself to my thoughts. With my own caning fresh in my mind, I began to rework the scenario to include Sandra.
In this new scenario, Sandra was also a pupil at my school and we had jumped into the pool fully clothed together. This time though, believing that there was no one around to see us, we attempted to have sex in the water with Sandra holding onto the edge of the pool as I fucked her from behind.
Our fun though, was cut short as Miss Bush stepped out of the shadows and sent us to her study where we were made to take off our wet clothes and present our naked bodies side by side bent over her desk in order to receive twenty four strokes of the cane each.
Oh my god, the thought of feeling the cane on my own buttocks again was arousing enough, but with Sandra's beautiful bottom also getting caned, this was beyond mind-blowing.
Hell, this was a fantasy that I was to replay over and over again and with Miss Bush back on the scene I gradually felt able to revisit some of my old fantasies!
To be continued
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