I met the first one in a hotel room. She couldn’t tear herself away from your hungry hands and would respond to your wild caresses by closing her eyes in a lingering quiver. I sighed with a moan. There was another one on a park bench. You were playing your guitar, and she was watching you star-struck. What a fool. The third one mostly loved you like crazy. She’d press your palms to her cheeks, …
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