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Please note:
All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not
necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.

Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality.

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All my stories can be found at http://www.asstr.org/~Janus






Corrupting Caitlin
Chapter 2
Written by Janus
Copyright 2004


As I said in the previous chapter, I secretly fed a great deal of semen to my daughter Caitlin when she was between the ages of five and ten.  I like to think my little girl actually developed a taste for my seed because she happily devoured any food laced with my creamy white come.  When Caitlin turned ten years old, her young body began to blossom and that’s when my desire kicked into overdrive.

Let me reiterate though that despite my desires, I never let my hormones get the better of me.  I always admired Caitlin from afar and did my best to be a loving and caring father.  Some people might think I’m a sick freak but at least I never did any actual harm to my daughter.

Even so, I admit the sight of Caitlin’s budding breasts never failed to elicit a reaction from me.  It made my mouth water to see her wearing a tight-fitting tank top that emphasized the pointed buds sprouting on her flat body.  As told in the last chapter, I began to get a bit addicted to the spying webcam I installed in Caitlin’s bedroom.  I watched every day with great delight as my ten year old girl dressed after her shower.  My eyes were glued to the computer screen as she would unwrap the towel from her naked body, revealing her skinny yet curvy butt, the pale skin turned a shade of pink from her hot shower.  Then she would turn and I would get an unrestricted view of the breast buds that had been tempting me for so long, her tiny pink nipples hard from the cool air.

Eventually, Caitlin’s growing chest gave way to her next transition from girl to woman.  My wife took me aside one day and informed me that Caitlin, now eleven and a half years old, had just had her first period.  She had instructed our daughter with tampons and pads so she could take care of herself.  Caitlin was growing up indeed.

The next night, I was out in the yard at dusk, putting away some gardening tools before heading inside.  Suddenly I saw the light turn on in Caitlin’s bathroom which was on the first floor at ground level.  The curtain was drawn but it was made of a thin, translucent material.  As such, I could make out the fuzzy outline of Caitlin’s silhouette.

I should have just moved on but I was captivated by what I saw.  Caitlin had quickly entered the bathroom and, by her silhouette, I could see that she was standing near the sink with one leg propped up on the counter.  Stealthily, I moved closer to the window until my nose was pressed against the window frame.

My suspicions were correct.  There was a crack in the window curtain and I could see enough to tell that Caitlin was changing her tampon.  She had kicked off her pants and was standing with only her shirt on.  My cock started to harden as I watched my little girl reach between her legs to extract the tampon.  I had never had such a perfect view of her crotch before.  She had hoisted on leg so her foot rested on the sink counter while her skinny ass was facing me.  As she bent over slightly to extract the tampon, Caitlin presented me with a gorgeous view of her lovely pussy.  

Her angelic, starry rosette winked at me as strained to remove the tampon.  I could clearly see the string that disappeared mysteriously into her pink slit, framed by her thin and immature pussy lips.  I started stroking my cock through the material of my pants.

Finally, Caitlin successfully pulled out her tampon.  She turned so her back was no longer facing me so I had to pull my face from the window and take a breather.  I heard her bustling about for a moment inside.  After a minute, I peeked inside again.

Caitlin was now facing the bathroom mirror, her side to me.  I watched as she reached into the bathroom cabinet and pulled out a fresh tampon and a small bottle.  With great interest, I observed as my eleven year old girl unwrapped a tampon and carefully drizzled some lubricant onto the applicator.  

When she was ready, Caitlin resumed her earlier position, propping one foot onto the sink counter and pushing her butt toward me.  My mouth was practically watering as I watched Caitlin tentatively push the white tampon applicator between her pussy lips, probing for the entry to her vagina.  She was clearly inexperienced.  Finally, she found her mark and I saw the applicator sink a few inches into her body.  

I could only imagine what it would feel like to be that white piece of plastic, being squeezed so tightly by Caitlin’s virgin vaginal walls.  It was over all too soon however.  Caitlin successfully inserted the tampon and removed the applicator.  Tossing it in the trash, she gave me another great view as she bent over to pull up her shorts.

The bathroom went dark as Caitlin left and I took a deep breath to collect myself.  After watching that sexy show, I knew I wanted to see it again next time.  But how?  As I trudged back inside the house, a plan started to form in my mind.

Inside the house, I found my wife and Caitlin getting ready to leave.  Caitlin was tying her shoes as my wife dug inside her purse.  

“Hi dear,” my wife said.  “Caitlin and I are going grocery shopping.  Do you want anything?”

“Oh, no thanks,” I replied.  “I’ll be fine.”

The second my wife’s car pulled out of the driveway, I hopped inside my own car.  They would be gone at least an hour and that was just enough time.

I hurriedly drove to the local computer store.  I knew exactly what I was looking for so it didn’t take long.  Within twenty minutes, I was back home in Caitlin’s bathroom with my power tools.  Near the sink there was an electricity outlet.  I quickly took it apart and installed my newly purchased webcam into the lower socket.  I ran the cable down the wall behind the sheetrock, into the basement.  Once down there, it was a snap to run the cable along the ceiling of out unfinished basement to where my den was located.  

I was finished by the time I heard my wife and Caitlin bringing groceries into the kitchen.  I installed another dimmer switch module in the bathroom so the spy camera would be hidden.  I quickly cleaned up the bathroom, headed for the den, and booted up the computer.  

Just as I had hoped, Caitlin made a beeline for the bathroom once she was done putting away the groceries.  Taking a deep breath, I switched on the bathroom webcam.  My screen flickered to life as I saw a perfect view of the counter and the sink.  I watched as Caitlin entered the bathroom and shut the door.  She was only visible from the neck down but that was good enough for me.  

My heart skipped a beat as I watched her pull off her shorts.  Then her panties followed.  And finally my darling eleven year old girl pulled one foot up on the counter, giving me an absolutely lovely view of her preteen pussy.  It was unbelievable.  She had a some very fine and straight pubic hair that I could clearly see.

Then my little girl gave me the real money shot.  With one hand, Caitlin parted her immature pussy lips, giving me a view her pink pleasures hidden within.  The thin string of the tampon was visible as it disappeared inside her feminine opening.  My cock got even harder from this beautiful view.  Caitlin’s vaginal lips were clearly still immature.  Unlike a woman’s, her pussy lips were just little petals that were hard to discern.  Her clitoral hood was still that of a little girl’s: very small and not well pronounced.  

I watched as Caitlin parted herself and played with the tampon string for a moment.  I think she was trying to make sure that no blood was leaking out.  Finally satisfied, Caitlin began to carefully tug at the tampon string.  I watched, spellbound, as Caitlin extracted the tampon from her tight pussy.  The string was taut as she prudently pulled.  Finally, I saw a hint of white at her vaginal opening.  Enthralled, I watched as her pink vagina pucker open to release the tampon.  

Caitlin examined it for a second before wrapping it in toilet paper and tossing it in the trash.  The rest wasn’t nearly as exciting as she put a maxi-pad in her panties and got ready for bed.  

Even so I heaved a sigh of pleasure, my brow heavy with sweat.  I went off to my own bathroom to jerk off while I plotted my next move.  I was furtively jacking off in the bathroom when a lightbulb went off in my head.  I pulled my pants back on and snuck into Caitlin’s bathroom.  Closing the door behind me, I opened her medicine cabinet and located the bottle of K-Y lubricant that she used to aid in inserting her tampon.  

I unscrewed the top and unzipped my pants.  My cock was rock hard at the thought of what I was about to do.  I could feel my balls tighten up as my orgasm approached.  Carefully, I aimed the tip of my cock inside the plastic bottle of K-Y and came hard.  I conscientiously milked the semen from my cock into the bottle, not spilling a drop.  

When I was done, I zipped myself up and examined my handiwork.  Squinting into the plastic bottle (it was opaque so I could only see through the opening) I could see a creamy cloud of my semen mixed with the clear liquid of the K-Y, with a few milky strands still spiraling out from the main mass.  I put the lid back on and gave the bottle a good shake.  Peering back inside the bottle, I found that the semen had more or less dissolved into the surrounding K-Y.  The result was simply a slightly translucent fluid.  It was no longer transparent like regular K-Y but I didn’t think Caitlin would notice.  

I carefully returned the bottle to its place and crept back to the den.

The next morning I got up early to watch the show.  Caitlin got up and brushed her teeth and showered.  I switched to the bedroom webcam to watch her dress.  I carefully monitored her chest every day for growth.  If I could have it my way, Caitlin would have stayed in her breast buds stage forever.  I never got tired of seeing the perky, little mounds on her chest.  

After dressing, Caitlin returned the bathroom.  I watched as she pulled out a fresh tampon.  I held my breath.  She reached into the medicine cabinet and pulled out the tainted K-Y bottle.  I watched enraptured as she liberally applied it to the tampon applicator.  Finally, Caitlin hiked her foot up onto the counter and I got that same delicious view of her relatively hairless slit.  

She spread herself with one hand while the other aimed the tampon at her vagina.  The poor eleven year old was still inexperienced and she had difficulty finding the proper entrance and angle.  It was all I could do not to offer encouragement.  

Deciding that she needed more lubricant, Caitlin took the bottle and applied several more drops until the plastic of the applicator was glistening with lubricant that was dripping off and running onto her slim, delicate hands.  I smiled at the thought of my semen on Caitlin’s skin.

She then parted herself again with her free hand and moved the applicator into position.  I’ll never forget what she did next.  In order to ensure the applicator was properly lubricated along its entire length, Caitlin rubbed the shaft of it against her pussy, unknowingly coating her baby clitoral hood and immature labia with my semen.  When she was done, her hairless slit glistened like a piece of candy.  

I was so distracted I almost forgot to watch as Caitlin finally was able to insert the tampon applicator. She finally found the opening to her vagina and the applicator slipped inside.  Inch by inch, she eased it into her young body and I watched with the saliva dripping from my mouth.  It was over all too fast however as she successfully withdrew the applicator.  

After that show, it was time to go masturbate again.  My twelve year old daughter was wearing me out!

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Once she turned twelve years old, Caitlin started displaying some characteristic teenager traits.  Sure, she was still a preteen girl, but my daughter started to withdraw a bit and show some rebellious tendencies.  Going out in public with her mother and me became quite embarrassing for her.  In addition, Caitlin started spending all of her free time in her room.

Of course with my secret webcam I could easily monitor what she was doing.  I was relieved to see that she wasn’t doing any drugs or smoking in there.  However, I was disappointed that Caitlin hadn’t started masturbating yet.  Or she was only doing it at night under the covers when I couldn’t see a thing.  

This being the Internet age, we bought Caitlin her own computer for her own room.  Before connecting it to the network hub, however, I installed my own special “spyware” that tracked all of Caitlin’s keystrokes and screen draws.  Basically, whatever she saw on her monitor, I could beam directly to a second monitor in my den so it was like a two-monitor setup, unknown to her, of course.

My wife had insisted we install porn-blocking software so Caitlin couldn’t access any illicit sites.  While I agreed with my wife, I couldn’t help but wonder what might happen if Caitlin would discover pornography.  The thought of my twelve year old daughter getting off to porn turned me on immensely.

The solution finally dawned on me after a boring weekend of spying on Caitlin and finding she was only downloading music and writing emails to her friends with her internet connection.  I headed back to my trusty computer store and bought two webcams this time.  One of them I installed in Caitlin’s room when she was at school.  I hid the webcam underneath her computer desk where it gave me an excellent up-skirt view.
The second webcam I installed for the computer in my den.

	A few quick minutes of surfing the internet revealed what I was searching for: some male porn.  I saved a few jpegs of some naked men, penises visible and erect, to my hard drive and then pulled up a new Yahoo mail account that I had created.  Feeling ever- so-slightly guilty, I composed a new message and attached a jpeg.  After typing in Caitlin’s email address, I hesitated for a moment before clicking “Send”.  Was I being a bad father?  Would Caitlin turn out to be sick and twisted if I did this? 

	I mulled over these possibilities for a moment.  Up to this point, all my ‘activities’ with Caitlin had been fairly harmless.  A little spunk in her cereal, some come in her tampon lube…  This one was different though.  Absentmindedly, I wondered what Caitlin’s reaction to the jpeg of the naked man would be.  Would she be revolted?  Or would it turn her on?  

	I just had to know.  I quickly clicked “Send” before I could change my mind.  It was done now.  When Caitlin came home, there would be quite a surprise in her Inbox.

	It was a long wait until Caitlin came home that day.  I waited and agonized, wondering when she would show up.  She finally came home and headed straight to her room.  Eagerly, I woke up my computer and switched on both webcams.  Caitlin was wearing a tight pair of jeans, very low-rise, that tended to show off her lacy underwear when she bent over or squatted.  She wore a simple lace cami underneath her Abercrombie zip-up hoodie that tended to hide her tempting breast buds.  

	As usual, Caitlin headed straight for her computer.  She sat down and I checked the webcam hidden beneath her desk.  It was a perfect crotch shot straight up Caitlin’s legs.  Unfortunately her jeans didn’t provide as much scenery as a skirt would have but I was pleased to see the webcam had an excellent view.  

I held my breath as she logged on to her Hotmail account.  From my webcam, I couldn’t read the text of her computer but I could see any images pretty well.  I watched impatiently as she clicked through a few emails.  Finally she got to mine.  It felt like the room went silent when Caitlin scrolled down and the jpeg filled her monitor.

Her first reaction was surprise.  She leaned forward in her chair a bit and moved closer to the monitor.  Then her common sense must have kicked it because she got up and made sure the door was closed and locked.  Next she closed her blinds.  

Finally secured, Caitlin returned to her computer.  I smiled to myself as she scrolled up and down the picture, her nose practically glued to the screen.  The under-the-desk webcam showed Caitlin’s free hand resting on her thigh near her crotch.  She seemed to be absentmindedly caressing her inner thigh.  My cock started to rise to attention as I watched my daughter, obviously aroused by the porn I sent her.  

Quickly I composed a new message and attached another jpeg.  I clicked “Send”.  A message appeared on Caitlin’s screen, announcing her new email.  She returned to her Inbox and immediately opened the message.

Caitlin seemed every bit as interested in this new picture as the last one.  It showed a very muscular and very well-endowed man holding his cock.  And then I saw Caitlin reach up to her chest area.  What was she doing!  My webcam behind revealed nothing and the desk webcam was too low.  Was she stroking her baby nipples?  
	
	What happened next was both great and unfortunate.  Caitlin got up, leaving the jpeg displayed on the monitor.  She then walked over to her bed and pulled off her jeans.  I couldn’t believe my eyes.  Then she got on her bed and… disappeared from view.  The webcam didn’t have enough coverage to get the bed and all I could see was Caitlin’s foot on the corner of the bed.  

	Now if I were a foot fetishist, this would have been a dream!  But I’m not so all I could do was watch my twelve year old daughter’s foot as she (presumably) masturbated.  I was mentally kicking myself left and right for not installing another webcam in her room.

	The next day when Caitlin was at school, I went into her room and surveyed the area across from her bed.  No luck.  Directly across her bed were a large pair of windows that offered no hiding opportunities.  There weren’t any light switches or anything I could use to hide another webcam.  

	I was stuck.  There was nothing I could do but keep plotting for a new scheme.  I became determined to be able to watch my twelve year old Caitlin masturbate.  Too many times, I dreamt of her slender hand diddling her wet pussy, what few pubic hairs she had matted down against her damp skin.  I could even see her finger sliding across her clit hood, pulling it up, revealing her pink and plump clitoris inside her immature labial folds.  A thin trickle of moisture leaking from her virginal vagina…

	It was enough to drive a man crazy.  While I schemed and dreamed, I kept on sending porn to my daughter every few days.  I started with naked guys but eventually moved up to pictures of women giving blowjobs and then finally hardcore porn.  I still remember sending Caitlin a hardcore close-up of a hard cock splitting open a juicy wet vagina.  All it took was one look for my daughter to stand up and head for her bed where I sadly missed another masturbatory session.  

	Caitlin was getting horny and corrupted, that was certain.  I just had to find a way to see the action for myself…

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	I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me earlier.  I had watched Caitlin use Instant Messenger for months until the idea finally dawned on me.  I had been spying on her for twenty minutes one evening as she chatted with some school friends.  Logging on to a dummy account, I invited her to a private chatroom.

	My person was a University of Arizona college student named Davie.  I pretended that I had found her at random and we got to chatting about the latest cool music.  Our first conversations were pretty tame.  I didn’t want to jump the gun right away but I was pretty amazed by how easy it was to become someone’s online friend (Parents, warn your kids now!).  

Over the course of several conversations, we slowly moved up on the level of personal information exchanged.  I found out that Caitlin had never kissed a boy, that she was still a virgin (Thank God!), and that she tended to masturbate two or three times a week (that one I already knew).  However, it wasn’t until two weeks later that I made my move.  Her mother had gone grocery shopping and I went out of my way to ask Caitlin to be quiet because I wanted to take a nap. 

Our conversation was as follows:

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Cait: It sure is hot today!”

Davie: Yes, it’s hot here too…  The desert is always hot and dry.”

Cait: What are you wearing?”

Davie: Nothing but my boxers!”

Cait: Really??!!”

Davie: YES!”

Cait: Prove it!”

Davie: Well, I DO have a webcam…”

Cait: You mean you can send pictures to me?”

Davie: Do you have a fast connection?”

Cait: DSL…”

Davie: I could even send you streaming video!

Cait: Let’s do it!

Davie: Ok… type this into your web browser:

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I typed in a dummy http address that directed Caitlin straight back to my computer across the network hub.  Since it was essentially a direct connection, the video quality was going to be excellent at her end.  I hoped she didn’t know enough about computers to know that streaming video was never full-screen size and super-sharp.

Before enabling the webcam, I made sure that I was not visible from the neck up.  In addition, I made sure to wear generic clothing and to put a white sheet up behind me so Caitlin wouldn’t recognize my surroundings.  The webcam was straight in front of me and showed a perfect, front-on view of me sitting in a chair.  I had moved the keyboard off to the side on a TV tray so there wouldn’t be a hindered view.  

It was showtime.  But I found my palms were a little sweaty.  Feeding my daughter my semen was one thing.  Sending porn to her was another thing.  But what I was about to do would take it to a whole new level.  Would I be able to live with myself?  Before I could chicken out, I pressed ‘Enter’ and enabled the connection.  

My second monitor was displaying the webcam from Caitlin’s room and I saw image appear on her screen.  I try to exercise regularly so I think that, as long as I don’t take off my shirt, I can make a reasonable pass as a college student.  Caitlin started Instant Messaging me right away.  

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	Cait: Wow, you really are in your boxers!

	Davie: I never lie!

	Cait: How come I can’t see your face?

	Davie: Because I’m shy.

	Cait: Awwww, come on!

	Davie: I don’t want to.
	
	Cait: How do I know it’s really you?

	Davie: Tell me to do something
	
	Cait: Ummmm…  TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!

	(She was being a real flirt now.)

	Davie: No way!  You take off YOUR shirt!

	Cait: I don’t have a webcam, so what’s it matter to you?

	Davie: If I’m going to show you something, I’d at least like to know that you’re in a similar state of undress…

	Cait: You mean if I take off my panties, you’ll take off your boxers?

	(I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  Caitlin was not as innocent as I thought…)

	Davie: You _really_ want me to take off my boxers?

	Cait: Yeah!  It’ll prove it’s really you and not some guy typing at his computer in his boxers.  

Davie: Hmmm…

Cait: Don’t be a CHICKEN!

Davie: Okay, fine!

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Carefully, I stood up so that my face wouldn’t appear on the camera.  Before I had a chance to waver, I hooked my thumbs into my waistband and let my boxers fall to my ankles.  Unceremoniously, I sat back down in the chair.  It was done now.  Caitlin was now looking at her own father’s cock and she didn’t have a clue.

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Davie:  Well?  Say something…

Cait: I’ve never seen a penis before.

(That was a little white lie, but oh well…)

Davie: Never?

Cait: Never.

Davie: Well, what do you think?

Cait: It’s soft.  Can you make it hard for me?

Davie: Well, I guess I’ve already gone this far…

(At this point, I was already pretty turned on from exposing myself like this to my twelve year old daughter.  I took my cock in my hand and all it took was a few pumps for it to expand to full size.)

Cait: So wait, are we having cybersex?

Davie: I don’t know.  Depends.  Did you take off your panties yet?

Cait: I don’t see what the point is if you can’t see me doing it.

Davie: Well, just humor me.  It’ll give you the good naughty feeling.

(That was all it took.  I watched as Caitlin stood up and pulled off her jeans and panties.  She sat back down.  I switched the view to the under-the-desk webcam.  Beautiful.  Caitlin’s plump pussy mound was spread open for me on my monitor.)

Cait: OK, I did it.

Cait: Ha!  I’m spreading my legs out for the monitor!

Davie: I wish I could see.

Cait: Your cock is really big!

(My twelve year old was starting to get saucy.)

Davie: Why thank you!  

Cait: Want to have cybersex?

Davie: You just wanna see me jack off!

Cait: Maybe I do!

(At this point I reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube I always kept near the computer.  In no time at all my fist was sliding up and down my hard shaft.)

Davie: Is this what you wanted?

Cait: This is HOT!

Davie: I’m touching my cock.  Are you touching your pussy?

Cait: Yes…

(And she was.  After all this time, I finally got to see what I wanted most.  Caitlin’s slim finger sliding between her legs, parting her delicate lips.  She was growing fast.  A few months ago, her labia was still indistinct and childlike.  But now her pussy lips were far more pronounced.  She was blossoming open like petals on a pink rose.  

Her pubic hair was growing more thick and coarse as well whereas before there was only fuzz.  I watched entranced as Caitlin dug her middle finger deep inside her darkened valley, searching for her pleasure spot.)

Davie: are you rubbing your clit

(It was awkward to type with one hand.  I watched Caitlin have the same problem.)

Cait: yes

Davie: is it swollen

Cait: yes i wish you could see it

Davie: pretend you’re showing it to me

(A dirty trick sure, but I got an eyeful as my daughter pulled back her hood and revealed her pink clit to me, all engorged and angry.)

Davie: do it feel good to pretend i can see your clit?

Cait: yes

(I was starting to get close to exploding.  Caitlin was now desperately stroking her clit with hard, sure strokes.  I could see a whitish discharge seeping from her vagina, staining the pillow on her chair.  It was too much for me…)

Davie: caitlin do you want to see me cum?

Cait: yesssss

(The ecstasy was exquisite.  With a groan, I came harder than ever before.  I was pleased to put on a good show for my twelve year old daughter.  My first shot spurted straight up, arcing neatly before landing on my balls.  Then another shot of hot semen landed on my wrist.  The rest oozed out of my cock and dribbled down my shaft.

My attention returned to the monitor where Caitlin was still furiously masturbating.  My lovely preteen girl’s hand was moving so fast it was just a blur over her sweet, wet pussy.)

Cait: davie that was so hot

Cait: gonna cum now

(I watched wide-eyed as a powerful orgasm slammed into Caitlin.  Her back arched in the chair as her finger ground hard into her clit.  Her leg muscles contracted, lifting her butt off the chair, presenting me with an even better view of between her legs.  As she came, her vagina expanded and opened noticeably.  The saliva was pooling in my mouth.)

Davie: did you cum?

(There was a brief pause while Caitlin collected herself.  Finally I saw her reach for the keyboard.)

Cait: yes

Davie: was it good?

Cait: the best ever

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The conversation ended rather abruptly there because my wife came home and yelled up the stairs for help in bringing in groceries.  Caitlin typed a quick goodbye and I heard her the bathroom door slam as she hurried to clean up.  I had to hurry to clean up as well.

Caitlin and I had several more cybersex chats in the months to come but they petered out once she started high school.  They later encounters were exciting but nothing ever beat that first time.  Caitlin got her first real boyfriend at the age of seventeen.  My imagination lit up when my wife told me they had met online.




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