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I looked up at him. He put a smug grin on. Rolling my eyes, I took a small breath of the air in. It was a bit musky down here.

He peered in my eyes. What is he thinking? I shook the thought of dirty things out of my mind. (This part may be weird xD Sorry.)

I must admit I've always wondered what it's like to have..NO! YOU'RE ONLY Y/A! STOP! But...He's adorable. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad...He looks like he's around 15-16, possibly 19... it'd be...

I shook the thoughts out of my head once again. What am I thinking?

Gross things. I'm thinking gross things. I wasn't prepared for what he did next, but I can't really say I didn't like it.

He moved behind me, caressed my arm, and then suddenly groped my boobs and squeezed them.

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