Against my will, the memories washed over me in a flood
. “Hey, Sleepy Head” I replied, still peering over the top of my paper at her. I settled into “my spot” and prepared to fall asleep
. . Our tongues met again as my hand creeped up under her shirt and started to massage her breast

Against my will, the memories washed over me in a flood
. “Hey, Sleepy Head” I replied, still peering over the top of my paper at her. I settled into “my spot” and prepared to fall asleep
. . Our tongues met again as my hand creeped up under her shirt and started to massage her breast

Against my will, the memories washed over me in a flood
. “Hey, Sleepy Head” I replied, still peering over the top of my paper at her. I settled into “my spot” and prepared to fall asleep
. . Our tongues met again as my hand creeped up under her shirt and started to massage her breast

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