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Title         : Girl Scout Cookies

Author     : MeatBot

Keywords : Pedo, Mg

Date        : 20151223

Mail         : meatbot777 at gmail dot com

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Synopsis : A Girl Scout sells a horny old perv some cookies, and emphasizes
customer satisfaction.

Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive,
repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals,
anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the
author. This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual
activity among persons under 16 in real life.

These are just words, people, just words. If you have a problem with words
see a shrink or an English teacher. And leave the Girl Scouts alone,
please.


                              --==+==--


I am sitting in my tiny living room, in front of my computer. On the
screen, a vision from heaven beckons. She is so beautiful I hurt inside.
Her young lips are parted sensuously... an inviting half-smile is on her
face. Her eyes are huge and brown, deeps pools of mystery. Her bare chest
is flat, but oh so sexy. Her strong young limbs are carelessly splayed in a
casual pose, her legs far apart. Something pink and lovely almost peeks
from beneath her panties. I have zoomed again and again, hoping to see
more... and I do spot a few sexy little hairs... but this girl looks like
she's still pretty smooth underneath. I hunger to hold her and smell her
and taste her... I want to do that more than anything in the world... but
she is just dots on a screen. She is all I have, all I dare to reach for at
the moment... and she's just dots on a screen, dots on a screen. I almost
scream in frustration.

My overalls are at my ankles, exposing my bony knees and thin hairy legs.
My left hand circles my poor tired cock, the hand almost cramped into a
claw. I've been doing this for hours... my stomach growls, angry. I'm sure
I'm dehydrated, from all the semen I've blasted into the towel at my feet.
But it's not enough... I am dying of unrequited lust. I wonder again... is
it time to prowl? The hunger is mounting... the beast is stirring, almost
awake. What will it be this time? I am usually as surprised as anybody. I
wonder if the warden has done what he'd joked about, and kept my cell
empty, ready for my return. He'd seemed confident I'd be back... I hope to
disappoint him... but the urge is slowly taking over. Soon I will be...
something entirely different than what I am now.

The doorbell rings. I hear a voice. Not now, I think. Not fucking now. Rage
possesses me.

"Go away!" I screech, in my old man voice. "Go the fuck away!"

A voice says something again.

"Nobody's home!" I scream louder. "Leave me alone gawdammit! Leave me the
fuck alone!"

But thirty seconds later I hear yet another ring of the bell. Gaaah! I
think. Is there no peace in suburbia? I thought I would be left alone here.
I thought I would be safe.

I leap to my feet, yanking my overalls up to my chest and snapping one
strap. My cock, still hard, protrudes. I stop, hearing the voice again.
This time though... something about it strikes a chord deep inside me...
that voice... that young sweet voice... is a girl out there?

I stumble to the front door, my feet still asleep from hours at the
computer. I unlock four deadbolts and two security chains. I yank the door
open, not daring to hope, ready to scream invectives at the imposter who
would tease me so heartlessly. Heaven awaits.


                              --==+==-


She was a vision every bit as sweet as my dear Virginia from Virginia the
Virgin dot com, who was still up on my screen. Sweeter, because she was
real. I sucked a noseful of air, reveling in her wonderful scent. I could
smell perfume, soap, deodorant and a million other things... and...
underneath it all... I could smell the overpowering scent of pussy. I knew
this girl had one, lurking beneath her skirt. Well, that's not rocket
surgeon territory, most girls do. And actually all I mostly smelled was
honeysuckle from the plants overgrowing my front porch. But... deep in my
mind, I smelled her wonderful smells. My nose itched and wanted more.

She was small, maybe four foot nine. Perfect, my target height. She was
slender, and I put her weight at maybe sixty five, or seventy. Perfect
again. I knew everything about this girl, from decades of study. I knew
what size her panties were. I knew she was still too young for a bra. Girls
like this were my life... my hopes and dreams, daydreams and nightmares. I
felt like I knew her before she ever opened her mouth. I knew her teeth
would be perfect, and sparkling white, when she did.

Her features were elfin and delicate. Her hair was golden brown, the color
of rusted wheat. Her eyes were, like Virginia the Virgin's, huge and brown.
She had a little pixie pug nose, and fat little red lips. She had the
pouting mouth of an adult seductress, on a child. My erection, almost
painful, threatened to explode and kill us both. My gaze traveled down her
body, down her slender neck, to the three or four inches of cleavage I
could see. That beautiful little breastless chest... I could imagine the
nickel-sized flat little nipples, beneath that blouse. I gulped just in
time to keep from drooling. I imagined her beautiful deep navel, cruelly
hidden from me. I almost couldn't stand to go any further, I knew I'd make
a mess in my pants. I forced my eyes back to her face.

"Mister?" she was saying. "You okay, Mister?" I nodded, still drinking her
in. She was wearing a white blouse, and a little brown skirt, maybe three
inches above her shapely knees. A belt with some symbols was over her
shoulder. She had on white calf-high socks and brown-and-white leather
shoes. I almost felt like I knew her, just last week I'd jerked myself
silly to a little Japanese girl in almost this same outfit.

She stood, a printed paper in one hand. The other hand was on her hip. Her
hips were angled jauntily, as she put all her weight on one leg. Those
legs... I skipped dangerous territory, and looked down at her legs. Strong
and shapely... still tanned from the summer we'd just passed... I imagined
those strong young legs wrapped around my head. My heart did that weird
skip beat that worries my doctor. I felt like I could die safely now,
though, I felt like I was in the presence of an angel. The queen of the
angels.

"Huh?" she said again. "You okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine..." I said dreamily, lost among the tangle of her legs.
Those thighs... well, what of them I could see. Those plump calves... even
her knees were sexy. I imagined her strong young knee, grinding into my
cock as I wrestled her to the ground. My cock, always eager to be thought
about, gave a small "Who me?" contraction, and I felt a little bit of
something seep out. I hoped it would show through my thick overalls. I
wanted her to see it.

"Well, then!" she said brightly. "Wanna buy some cookies?"

"Blug... uhm..." my mouth didn't work. My tongue was busy at the roof of my
mouth, imagining it was her clitoris. My jaws ached painfully as I imagined
her musky fabulous taste. To taste this child would be to taste heaven.
Why, I asked myself, why was she here? Just to torture me? To drive me
crazy? Or... or was she here for another reason... was she being offered to
me? Was she mine, if I was brave enough to take her? I froze in indecision.
Last time this choice was offered it had cost me twenty years of my life,
and the sanctity of my asshole. Was I willing to pay that price again?

"Come on, I ain't got all day," she said, tapping her foot. She picked her
nose and examined it, careless of the effect it had on me. I wanted to grab
her finger and stick it in my mouth, but I held back with an effort. She
rolled it into a ball and flicked it away.

"Darling..." I said, finally managing a coherent sentence. "Show me what
you have."

A delightful minute passed, as she pointed to each selection of cookie and
gave a canned speech exhorting the virtues of each. I leaned down, and
could smell her fresh breath. Her teeth were, like I'd known they would be,
perfect. My closer approach didn't seem to bother her, to my pleasure.

"Well," she said. "What do ya want, and how many?"

"My little angel," I said, trying to sound charming, "please step inside
while I get my checkbook."

To my pleasure, she followed me inside without reservation. I fluttered
around, finally finding my checkbook beneath a stack of Barely Legals. I
found my favorite pen, the one where the girl's clothes disappear when you
turn it over, and took the paper from her. I managed to brush her soft hand
for a moment with mine. Her touch electrified me.

"Whut is thay-ut?" she said, indicating the pen. I showed it to her,
turning it over and over, and she guffawed in a most un-little-girlish
fashion. I was in love with her rude self, just as I was her sweet self.

"That is funny!" she said. "Where'd you get that?"

"In a sex shop in Dallas," I said. "Where I buy all my sex shit."

She looked at me, a penetrating and grown-up gaze, and I knew she was
making some estimations of me, of my character. I wanted her to know I was
a dirty old man. I picked up a magazine with a sexy, naked young slut on
the cover, and held it up for her.

"Same place I bought this shit," I said, and she nodded.

"You like porno huh?" she said, indicating my computer. Virginia, in all
her wanton pantied glory, was still on the screen. I nodded.

"Yeah," I said. "I was... I was lookin' at that girl... and havin' a
special moment, when you rang the bell."

She stared at me. I wondered if she knew I meant I'd been whacking off. I
wondered if she even knew what whacking off was.

"Yeah," she said. "My bro does that. He looks at girls and spanks it. My
dad calls it spankin' the monkey."

She did know. My heart skipped a beat with joy. This is a child after your
own heart, I told myself. This is an offering, not a temptation.

I crossed my living room in four steps and carefully shut the door and
locked half the deadbolts. She simply watched, not freaking out, not
nervous to be locked in a room with a strange man. I was proud of her, and
pleased.

"My dear child," I said. "Would you like to look at naughty pictures with
me?"


                              --==+==--


Five minutes later we'd left poor Virginia far behind, and were deep in the
good stuff. She stood between my legs, the back of her skirt touching me,
as I clicked through my porn stash. She was silent, as I slowly took her
further and further into my secret world.

"My dear," I said. I touched her skirt, rubbing the soft cloth. This has
touched her body, I told myself. Like I'm going to touch it. I went on. "Is
anyone with you? Do you have to be back home at a certain time?"

"Yeah I gotta be home in a few hours," she said, nodding. She didn't say
anything else.

"Where do you live?" I asked.

"On Kensington," she said absently. That was three or four streets over.
Good. My house was in a little cul de sac, far back from the road. I felt
safe, anyway, and I knew that this was going to work out, after all this
girl had been given to me. I knew it as a certainty, now. Still...

"Does anyone know you're here?" I asked.

She shook her head, her eyes never leaving the screen. On the screen a
girl, a girl much like her, lay naked and spread, nude and lewd.

I gently touched her arm. "That could be you," I said. She snorted, and I
didn't know if it was a good snort or a bad one. I hoped for good.

I left that folder behind, and went to the folder entitled "BJ's." She
leaned forward at the first pic, and I heard her breath quicken.

"Do you like that?" I asked her. My hand was on her hip, barely touching.

"I... I guess..." she said hesitantly. I clicked to the next one.

"You ever seen anything like that?" I asked.

"No... yes..." she said confusingly. I laughed. I was just making
conversation, but that was interesting.

"Well?" I said. "Yes, or no?"

"I seen pitchers of big girls doin' that," she said. "Not kids."

"Well," I said. "As these pictures indicate, kids can do it too. It's not
just a grown-up thing."

"I guess," she said. We clicked through a few more.

"What does..." she said, almost shy now.

"What does what?" I said. My hand was pressing a little firmer now, on her
hip, beside her wonderful buttock. She felt hot beneath my touch. My hand
screamed for more, in spite of not having a mouth, and I told it to settle
down. It twitched and shook a little but obeyed.

"What does that stuff taste like?" she asked.

"I dunno," I said, lying, not wanting to remember my time in the big house.
"I hear it's pretty tasty... like liquid candy or something." I didn't want
to tell her it tasted nasty, but maybe it tastes different to a girl.

"Hmmm..." she said slowly. Her eyes had never looked away. She is eating
this shit up, I told myself.

My hand rubbed down the outside of her thigh, and back up. She squirmed a
little, but said nothing. I went down, down... at last I touched bare skin.
My cock jerked, and I clamped down hard. Bad prostate! I said silently.
Down boy! I rubbed up, slowly, up her thigh. Her skin felt like hot silk
beneath my fingers. I slowly went up, and her dress moved up also, resting
on my wrist. I went back down, and then back up, going a little higher each
time.

"Mister..." she said slowly. "I dunno what to call you..."

"Just call me Chester," I said, smiling.

"Mister Chester," she said in a small voice, sounding like she was far
away. "You are touchin' my leg..." Her gaze was still locked to the screen.

"Does that bother you, darlin'?" I asked. I went high enough to feel the
elastic around the leghole of her panties. My cock said "Now goddamit!" and
I had to stop for fear of losing control. My hand froze, the silky softness
of her underwear on my fingertips.

"I... I guess not..." she said. I smiled. She went on. "what is that...?"

On the screen a few inches of a man's cock showed at the bottom of the
screen, as it entered a girl's body.

"That's part of a man..." I said. "A very special part. Want to see more?"

I knew more was coming up. She nodded slowly, hypnotized. I laughed. This
was almost too easy... this almost took the fun out of it. No struggling,
no fighting? Was this girl as innocent and virginal as she looked? Had she
done something like this before? She'd barely been here ten minutes, and
now I was practically feeling her up.

"Yeah..." she sighed, leaning back against me. "Yeah."

Goddamit, I thought. I needed three hands, at least.

"Darling..." I said. "Do you want to click the mouse? You may, if you wish."

Her hand touched mine as she took the mouse. I let her have it, glad to
have my hand freed up. I dropped my right hand to her hip, mirroring my
left. I slid it up beneath her dress. The sides of her thighs were against
my inner legs.

Her body felt hot beneath my touch. I rubbed and stroked, going around to
the front of her thighs, feeling higher and higher. I was just an inch away
from her... from her most beautiful spot. I crept in further and further,
each stroke.

"Mister Chester..." she said slowly. I made a noise to let her know I'd
heard. "Mister Chester, you are almost touchin' my kitty-kat."

"I know, darling," I said. "Does it bother you?"

"I... I guess not..." she said. I smiled. She went on. "what are they
doin'...?"

"He's letting her pee on him," I said. "It's sexy to have a sweet young
girl pee on you. He's jerking off while she pees on him."

"Isn't that kinda..." her voice was a hypnotized monotone. "Kinda nasty?"

"Well," I said, "that's why we'll do it in the shower, when we do it. So we
can wash off afterwards."

"Oh," she simply said. She clicked on, as my fingers explored her
panty-clad crotch. I placed my hands inside her legs, and gently spread
them. She tolerated it, and spread. I rubbed a finger down the crease in
the center of her panties. This was going to be hard on me, I realized. My
cock was dripping pre-cum like a waterfall and twitching like a poodle in
heat. I rubbed harder, pushing soft cloth into her fold. Her whole body
jerked, but she said nothing. I rubbed again, pushing deeper.

I took my other hand and slowly worked it down and inside the back of her
panties, sliding down her hot sweaty crack. As I tried to find her clit
with one hand, I touched her sweet asshole with the other. I explored her
puckered magnificence, knowing I was blazing a trail for my tongue to
follow.

"Mister Chester..." she said, sounding a little more lively.

"What, dearest?" I said.

"That feels... that feels really good... Oh!" That last little "Oh!" had
been my finger, smashing her clit into her body. I pulled my finger out and
sniffed it, almost dying. Nothing beats young cunt. I licked it, getting a
hundredth of the taste I'd soon get, and pushed it back into her panties. I
placed it on her clit, and began to stroke seriously.

"Oh... oh goodness..." she said, as I rubbed. I did the same with my left
index finger, pulling it out and licking it, tasting the tart taste of her
sweet asshole. She had an asshole to die for. I pushed it back inside her
panties, found her asshole again, and began to push into her body. It was
awkward but I managed, my other fingers resting on her sweet ass cheek. I
slid my right finger off her clit, and gently pressed into her cunt, up
into her body.

"Oh my... oh my... goodness!" she said, and her whole body began to twitch.
I realized she was cumming, and found her clit again, and pressed it into
her crotch, rubbing and stroking. She gasped and her knees locked. I felt
goose flesh on her ass with my left hand, and felt her rectum tighten on my
intruding finger. She sighed loudly and relaxed.

"Oh darling!" I said. "That was wonderful!" I was charmed. She'd had a
text-book orgasm... no, a story-book orgasm.

"What..." she said, sounding puzzled. "What was thay-ut?"

I laughed. "You had an orgasm, my dear. You never had one before? You never
felt like that before?"

"Well..." she turned, and smiled at me. "I've felt good from touchin'
myself down there, but never like that. That was cool."

"Yeah," I said, hoping she'd fall in love with the feeling. "Darling... you
can do that for yourself... just rub on your clit, like I have been."

"Yeah," she said. "I'll... I'll try it, sometimes."

"Do it every night when you go to bed, darlin'," I said, laughing. My
finger was back, probing the depths of her tight cunt. She didn't seem to
have the slightest problem with what I was doing. My other finger was two
knuckles deep in her asshole, feeling her moist tightness, as she
occasionally puckered up and then relaxed.

"Mister Chester," she said suddenly. "Are you gonna buy some cookies for
real?"

"Oh yes, my dear," I laughed. "I'll buy all you want me to."

"Really, 'cos that's a lot," she said. "I wanna win prizes for having to
sell this stuff."

I laughed. She had a funny way of talking and it cracked me up. I loved her
all the more for it. I realized she was at the end of the BJ folder. I was
impressed, that one had a lot of pics in it. I took the mouse for a second
and clicked up to "FUCKING."

I took advantage of the moment to slide her panties down her legs. She was
already engrossed in the pictures, and didn't protest.

"Little darling," I said. "Here. Sit on my legs."

I placed my legs together, and spread hers with my hands. I helped her up,
and then spread my legs slightly, causing hers to spread further since hers
were on the outside of mine. Now she was perfect, panty-less and spread.
Her eyes had never left the screen. My right hand slid beneath her dress of
it's own volition. It knew the way.

The only bad thing about this was I couldn't reach her asshole, but I hoped
there'd be time for more of that later. I cupped my hand over her cunt, and
pulled her to my body. She giggled, and clicked away with the mouse. I
finally took my middle finger, licked it, and slowly pressed it into her
body.

"Darling?" I said. "Are you a virgin? Has someone ever made love to you?"

She snorted. "I ain't never even kissed a boy," she said, laughing. I knew
she was a virgin, I just wanted to make her think about it. I let her look
at pictures for a while, as I gently ran my finger in and out of her body.
With my left hand I was slowly doing tight little circles around her clit.

"My dear," I said, when she was halfway through the folder. "Would you like
to see one for real? To see what a man looks like?"

She stopped clicking. She appeared to be deep in though.

"I guess..." she finally said, turning her head. I laughed and stood her on
the floor in front of me. I unsnapped the strap, and let my overalls fall
to my waist.

"Now..." I said. "You realize this must be our secret..."

She nodded. "Yeah," she said. "I don't wanna get in trouble."

"I don't want you to either," I said, adding to myself the part about
especially when it's not your fault. Some things don't need to be said out
loud. I slowly stood, and let my overalls fall to the ground.

"Oh gaw..." she said, as my cock bounced and then stood proudly. It was so
hard it was purple. I smiled down on the top of her head.

"Darling," I said. "Go ahead. Touch it. Do whatever you want with it."

Her little hands felt hot and incredibly sexy on my cock. She circled it
with both hands, and pulled gently on it.

"Harder, darlin'," I said, and she tugged with gusto. Damn, I almost shot
into her face it was so sexy.

"Oh baby," I said, "you are so fucking sexy. Goddam but you are fucking
sexy..."

She giggled, and stroked my cock. She pulled it up against my body, and
felt of the softness of my nutsack. I sighed and let her. It was just too
much. How long ago, I thought, how long ago was I wondering if I'd ever be
happy again? Less than an hour? Surely, surely she was an angel. Shit like
this just didn't happen, not in the real world. This was just too much.

She pulled on the cap of my cock, giggling. I let her play and explore it.

"Darling," I finally said. "Go ahead if you want to put it in your mouth
like you saw those girls doing. Please go ahead."

She appeared to think, and then slowly bent her head. I watched her sexy
mouth get closer and closer. At last, in reality as in my dreams, a pair of
fat red lips engulfed my cock. Damn, the girl felt good. Hot and wet and
just fuckin' sexy. She swallowed me, deeper and deeper, and I struggled not
to just cum immediately. I think my prostate, at this stage, had just flat
given up hope of ever getting to turn loose.

"Oh baby goddam," I said, "Oh goddam goddam..."

She giggled, and spit my cock out and said, "Yeah, goddam!" and then sucked
me to the hilt. Damn the girl could suck. She was young and strong. She
sucked.

"Baby..." I said. "If you keep going, I'm going to shoot my shit in your
mouth. I wanna do it on your pussy, though. Please... please take your
dress off and let me jerk off on your cunt!"

She laughed, and dropped my cock. She pulled her dress over her head in an
easy motion, and stood before me, delightfully naked. I seized her, an ass
cheek in each hand, and squeezed her against my aching cock. She giggled
and struggled, but only barely. The feel of her soft hot skin on my rough,
hairy old hide was more than I could stand.

"You are so fuckin' sexy!" I whispered, running my hands down her back and
buttocks and back up. I could feel muscles and bones beneath her thin skin.
Her body felt wonderful in my hands. "Baby... promise me you'll come back
and visit me... even if you don't have any cookies to sell..."

She giggled. "I guess..." she said, her characteristic answer for
everything. I hoped to fuck she realized I meant it seriously. I would die
to see her again, assuming the cops didn't kick my door in first. But... I
trusted the girl. I'd been wrong before, I remembered thinking that very
thing last time... but this time, it was different. This one had seemed to
want it almost as much as I did. There was no fighting and struggling and
screaming this time. I felt like I might actually get away with it. And if
she did come again to visit? Maybe I did die and go to heaven.

She followed me to the couch, and I lay her down. I spread her legs wide,
so I could see her sweet cunt. At last! I thought, and kneeling I pressed
my mouth to her pussy. Ahhh... now I have gone to heaven. The taste was
incredible. I am boldly going, I thought, I am boldly going where no man
has gone before. I could tell it, she was so fresh and sweet and unspoiled.
I am tasting her for the first time. It was the first time for her, and
almost for me also. Hell, it had been so long... the mind forgets... I felt
like a virgin again, almost. Her taste filled my mouth and nose, locking my
jaws, making me want to freeze the moment forever. Nothing tastes like cunt
period, and nothing tastes like sweet young cunt. I wanted to hold onto
this memory until I died. But, if I could have a refresher every few
weeks... fu-u-uck...

She came again, as I mouthed her cunt. Her little legs stuck out and
twitched, she gasped for breath, and bounced beneath me. I laughed and
smashed her clit with my tongue, pressing it into her body, and sucking it
back out. I pressed my tongue as deeply into her cunt as I could, wishing
it was ten inches long. Her taste was fabulous, stronger the deeper I went.
I licked down her perineum, lifting her body, and licked her spicy asshole,
almost cumming at the taste. When I decide to let myself cum, I thought,
it'll be over in seconds.

I have no idea how long I ate her cunt. Not long enough, but finally I
pulled myself away. It was time. I had no idea how long she'd been in my
house, and I didn't want a search party kicking the door in.

I slowly stood, savoring her taste on my lips. She looked up at me
wickedly, her hands on her inner knee, spreading her legs apart for me. She
looked like a naughty little girl, exactly what she was. I could tell she
knew that what she was doing was naughty, and it turned me on all the more.
I grabbed my cock with both hands, and bent down, pointing it at her cunt.
A few strong strokes, pulling the cap forward with my thumb, and I blasted
a giant squirt of cum straight down into her spread cunt. Splash after
splash followed, surprising me. I thought I was about drained, from two
days of masturbating, but I guess my balls had been working overtime. I
guess maybe I was just that turned on. I soaked her good, spraying up on
her belly, and even a few drops splashed on her face. Nothing in my life
looked as sexy as she did, laying there looking up at me and giggling,
splattered with my cum.

I leaned forward and put my dick in her face, and she slurped it into her
mouth, tasting cum for the first time. She laughed, and when I backed off
she scooped cum from her belly and crotch and licked it off her fingers. I
was right, it tastes better for girls.

"Oh baby!" I said, "let me take a picture!" I found my phone and took
several shots as she grinned at me, covered in cum. Thank god for
encryption, I thought. Of course, I wasn't even supposed to have a
computer... but fuck that. I'd paid my dues.

I found my cum towel, and dried her off. She still smelled cummy, though,
so I went and got a washrag, dampened it and wiped her down. I leaned in,
smelling of her again to be sure, and kissed her sweet pussy goodbye.

Everything stopped, while I bought a hundred and sixty dollars worth of
Thin-Mints(tm). I'd regret it later, but what the hell... she'd been worth
it.

"The cookies will be here in a two weeks," she announced, and I perked up.

"Will you deliver them?" I asked.

"Yeah, I got a wagon. I'll bring them by," she said. Well, maybe we could
hide the wagon in the bushes while she personally delivered my cookies. Two
weeks? I'd be dying for a taste of her then.

                              --==+==--


I help her dress, and walk her the four steps to the front door. She smiles
and I lean down and kiss her cheek.

"Goodbye, darling!" I say. "Don't forget to visit!"

"I won't," she says, and smiles up at me. She waves and turns, heading down
the sidewalk. I close the door, and peek out the window as she walks away,
admiring the bounce of her sexy little ass. I realize a little too late
that I don't even know her name. Well... if she comes back like she
promised... I can ask then, or maybe... maybe it'll be sexier not to know.
I sigh. My stomach growls. Shit. I can eat later. I sit at the computer,
and click on Virginia's icon. Now, where was I?


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