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    The Sweetest Perfume

    “Do you remember the first time you came?” She looked up at him from between his knees, her tank top low enough for him to see right between her breasts to her belly. “That was such a long, long time ago…I don’t think so.” “How old do you think you were?” She smiled and began curling her hair around her index finger, batting her eyelashes in an exaggerated manner to encourage his response. “Young.” “How young?” “Maybe 12?” “Yah…I think I was, too.” “Tell me about it…” His Cheshire-cat grin showed how happy he was he’d turned the questioning around on her. But her feathers were far from ruffled by…

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