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"
Well
,
look
,
Laura
,
I
’
m
going
to
call
you
Katherine
.
"
"
All
right
,
"
she
said
.
Her
hair
was
reddish
-
brown
and
so
very
long
.
She
was
small
but
well
proportioned
.
Her
face
was
the
most
beautiful
thing
about
her
.
"
Can
I
pour
you
a
drink
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Oh
no
,
I
don
’
t
drink
.
I
don
’
t
like
it
.
"
Actually
,
she
frightened
me
.
I
couldn
’
t
understand
what
she
was
doing
there
with
me
.
She
didn
’
t
appear
to
be
a
groupie
.
I
went
to
the
bathroom
,
came
back
and
turned
out
the
light
.
I
could
feel
her
getting
into
bed
next
to
me
.
I
took
her
in
my
arms
and
we
began
kissing
.
I
couldn
’
t
believe
my
luck
.
What
right
had
I
?
How
could
a
few
books
of
poems
call
this
forth
?
There
was
no
way
to
understand
it
.
I
certainly
was
not
about
to
reject
it
.
I
became
very
aroused
Suddenly
she
went
down
and
took
my
cock
in
her
mouth
.
I
watched
the
slow
movement
of
her
head
and
body
in
the
moonlight
.
She
wasn
’
t
as
good
at
it
as
some
,
but
it
was
the
very
fact
of
her
doing
it
that
was
amazing
.
Just
as
I
was
about
to
come
I
reached
down
and
buried
my
hand
in
that
mass
of
beautiful
hair
,
pulling
at
it
in
the
moonlight
as
I
came
in
Katherine
’
s
mouth
.
Lydia
met
me
at
the
airport
.
She
was
horny
as
usual
.
"
Jesus
Christ
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
’
m
hot
!
I
play
with
myself
but
it
doesn
’
t
do
any
good
.
"
We
were
driving
back
to
my
place
.
"
Lydia
,
my
leg
is
still
in
terrible
shape
.
I
just
don
’
t
know
if
I
can
handle
it
with
this
leg
.
"
