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Though Lucy refused to personally implicate her, Mr. ” “Friends!” said her father. Lucy clutched the pencil in defeat. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. He stood before her. As he felt the threshold of soft wetness he froze and said, “Lucy, are you sure?” She whispered, “Yes,” and guided the top of his penis into her vagina. What else could he do? You can’t kick up a scene on the spur of the moment in the face of such conflicting values as he had before him.
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