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The Hidden Woman
My step-dad to be; unclipped my bra; let it fall to the ground and eased down my wet cottontails. He didn’t touch me. 'Well screw you, Stan;' I thought; 'aren’t I woman enough for you.' I was glad the altogether bit of the picnic was over. The heat was in the afternoon but more urgent was my need to get away from Stan. My soon to be new step dad Stanley was too much to watch, along with my mum Patricia. You know; the mature, rekindled, flirty, lovey dovey, doey eyed; nearly childishly playful...
Taboo