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how, there was still some untouched part of my dignity, for I
could feel a blush spread from my face to my chest. “Please don’t make
me do that
, I’m begging you.” He appeared to think about it, then he reached out
and began to rummage through my pubic hair, purposely yanking on the
curls. “Ouch, no no, I will do it. Let me do it please.”
Swallowing my embarrassment, I reached down and spread the lips apart.
“This is my vagina, it is for...” I knew instinctively what he wanted
to hear, but I stumbled over the words. “for, making... I mean giving
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