The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. . “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. She could feel his penis pressing against her, half-erect under the starched black tuxedo pants. “An uncle in New York is dead, and has left him loads of money.
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