I'd bend you over right here: Lori-Anne for #Taboo2sday

The whole story so far can be found here.

Joe waited just outside Reverend White's door as Lori-Anne came out, clutching her dress and her lingerie to her chest.

"Lori-Anne," he said, looking her up and down, "did you please the preacher like a good girl?"

"Yes, sir," Lori-Anne replied meekly.

"Well go on and get dressed, then, and I'm'a overlook your disgraceful display of your nakedness here. And don't you say that you were just doing what the preacher told you to do, because good girls don't have the unnatural desires you do. We both know that it's your unnatural desires that make real men like Reverend White and me get so hard we need to take our pleasure with you."

"Yes, sir," Lori-Anne said, starting to put on her dress.

Big Joe's sternness seemed to lighten a little then. "Lord, Lori-Anne, if I hadn't made my resolution to save that pretty Lori-cunt between those hindcheeks of yours for our wedding night, I think I'd bend you over right here."

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"That's your problem, not mine"—Lori-Anne for Taboo2sday

The whole story so far can be found here.

When Reverend White finally came down Lori-Anne's throat he made her swallow every drop, holding her head so tightly that Lori-Anne felt sure that he must have mussed her hair. She couldn't deny, though, that her wanton nature responded to the preacher's dominance: the idea that Reverend White didn't care whether he got Lori-Anne in trouble with Joe for not looking her best made her clit swell and get so embarrassingly big that she felt terribly ashamed when he finally released her head from his grip with a last grunt of pleasure and told her she could go.

"Just pick up your clothes and get on out of here, girl," he said. "Look at that thing between your legs!"

Her throat burning with his semen, Lori-Anne pleaded, "Can't I get dressed here first, Reverend?"

"No you can't get dressed here, girl. What if one of the church ladies came in. You go on and just get yourself to the bathroom. If someone sees you like that, well now that's your problem, isn't it?"

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A special girl for the preacher—Lori-Anne for #Taboo2sday

The whole story so far can be found here.

Reverend White used Lori-Anne's mouth for a good long time, holding her head still and thrusting in so that he could reach the back of her throat. All the while he murmured things that despite the terrible degradation they conveyed made Lori-Anne's clit swell and grow hard down between her thighs.

"You're gonna be a special kind of Christian girl, sweetheart. Such a special girl for your preacher. You'll come here once a week for spiritual education, and you'll learn special lessons in how to please your Christian husband."

These humiliating words got Lori-Anne's clit so hard and long that she found herself fantasizing, as she sometimes did, that Big Joe would take it upon himself, perhaps as a special baptismal present, to kiss her clit instead of only rewarding her by letting her touch herself until the shameful white stuff came: not manly seed, like the preacher would soon bestow in Lori-Anne's mouth, but naughty squirting by a bad girl. Not that she would ever think her private parts worthy of Joe caressing them in such a servile way, but it would feel so good that she couldn't help thinking about it, especially while she pleased the cock of a real man like Joe or Reverend White. But she knew that the most Joe would do for her, even on their wedding-night, would be to have her lie in the tub while he caressed her with a soapy, bubbly hand, invisible in the suds, and made her do her little spurting.

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An upstanding preacher—Lori-Anne for #Taboo2sday

The whole story so far can be found here.

The preacher said, "Turn around and kneel in front of your friend Reverend White. You're going to have holy seed in your belly this morning when I baptize you."

Trembling, Lori-Anne obeyed. The preacher lowered his black trousers, and there was his upstanding Christian cock. Lori-Anne had never sucked any cock but Joe's, but Joe had told her that she must make Reverend White happy. She knew that sucking her fiancé's cock was her Christian duty, so sucking the preacher's cock must also mean that she would go to heaven, once he had baptized her.

His cock wasn't as long as Joe's, but it was thick, and now Reverend White had reached down impatiently to open up her mouth with his fingers so that he could shove it in, and start to move Lori-Anne's mouth back and forth. She gagged instantly, but she could tell he didn't care, and that made the floaty feeling she sometimes got when Joe was whipping her and taking her mouth come on and lift her out of herself.

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"Joe's done the right thing, not having you here," the preacher said #Taboo2sday

The whole story so far can be found here.

While Lori-Anne had to hold her bottom open to show the preacher where her fiancé would take his pleasure on her wedding-night, the man of the cloth instructed her on her duties as a Christian wife. He put his finger right on her little Lori-Anne pussy, much too small and round, and said, "Some call what men like your Joe and I do back here, to girls like you, irregular, but it's the only way to make sure you understand what it means to a good girl, now isn't it?"

"Yes, sir," Lori-Anne whispered.

"Joe's done the right thing in not having you here, yet. Have you done the right thing by giving him your mouth regularly? Does he pour his seed down your throat when the need comes upon him, as it does upon all Christian men?"

"Yes, sir."

"Go ahead and show me now, girl."

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"Everything off, now," said Rev White #Taboo2sday

The whole story so far can be found here.

Lori-Anne had no choice. She had to unzip her cute little dress, and let it drop to the floor. Would the preacher let her keep her push-up bra and the special smoothing panties that made her look like a girl should look down there?
He made an impatient sound in his throat. "Everything off, now," he said. Then, apparently impatient, he stepped forward and seized the front of Lori-Anne's panty hose and panties and pulled them down so that her terribly oversized clit sprang free, and even the pouch beneath, with the ovaries that should be inside her but weren't.

Lori-Anne gave a little cry, but of course the humiliation, so like what Big Joe gave her so often, made her clit get long and hard.

"You're a filthy little thing, aren't you, Lori-Anne?" Reverend White murmured. "Look at that. Turn around and bend over, girl, so I don't have to see your shame. And spread those cheeks for me, so I can make sure Mr. Weston has a nice place to enjoy himself on your wedding-night."

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"Go ahead and take your clothes off," the preacher said #Taboo2sday

The whole story so far can be found here.

Lori-Anne looked at Big Joe in panic. What did the preacher mean? Examining her? But Joe just gave her a peck on the forehead and said, "You be a good girl for the preacher, now, Lori-Anne," and left the little study, closing the door behind him.

Lori-Anne turned to Reverend White, hoping desperately to find that her suspicions about this examination were unfounded. Instead, she found a hungry look in the preacher's eyes, though his broad white smile didn't waver.

"Go ahead and take your clothes off, girl," Reverend White said, with an emphasis on girl so degrading that Lori-Anne thought the Earth would swallow her up. "We don't have much time, and I want to examine you as closely as I can. Don't you worry about me seeing those shameful parts you shouldn't have, between your legs. I understand about all that, just like your fiancé does."

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Lori-Anne meets the preacher #Taboo2sday

The whole story so far can be found here.

Reverend White rose from his walnut desk in the little study when Joe and Lori-Anne stepped through the door. The preacher had a big, toothy smile, but something about the way he looked at her made Lori-Anne think he might not be as nice a man as he first appeared.

"Well, Lori-Anne!" he said in his pleasant drawl. "It's such a pleasure. I've been waitin' so long to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, reverend," Lori-Anne said tentatively.

Reverend White looked at Joe. "Isn't that sweet?" he said. "She talks just like a Christian girl."

"I told you you'd love her, reverend," Joe said, shaking the preacher's hand.

"Joe," said Reverend White, "why don't you just have a walk? I'll be a little while examining your pretty bride, if you know what I mean."

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Brought to the preacher #Taboo2sday

The whole story so far can be found here. Last time, Rev. White had just made it clear that if he was to baptize Lori-Anne, he would have to get the chance to examine her thoroughly.


Joe, as a good religious man, swallowed his jealousy at the thought of what the preacher would do with his "girl."

"I'll bring her by Sunday mornin' early," he said.

Sunday morning at 7, he led Lori-Anne down the aisle of the little white church where she would be baptized later that day and then married the following week. Lori-Anne seemed over-awed to be in the sanctuary when it wasn't full of good Christians, and when the organ wasn't playing a good old hymn like "Rock of Ages."

"Joe," she said, "are you sure it's okay? I mean, with the preacher, that I'm here even though I'm not baptized yet?"

Joe smiled. "Darlin'," he said, "I'm pretty sure Reverend White likes it that way, seein' what he's plannin' to do with you in his study this mornin' before your baptism."

Lori-Anne's eyes went very wide. "Wh–what's that?" she asked with obvious trepidation.

"You'll just have to wait and see, and be my good girl, darlin'."

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The clean and the dirty, and the taboo: Ageplay Week!

Welcome to Ageplay Week!

(For my regular Taboo Tuesday readers: I'm taking a one-week break from the story of Lori-Anne to present an equally taboo—and hot, at least to me—subject.)

Caroline's Little World is, from one perspective, a manifesto for my own hyper-dirty, hyper-taboo brand of ageplay, which I recognize as very different from much of the wonderful stuff other authors write under that rubric (I don't call it a genre, because I don't think ageplay is a genre, since too many different kinds of ageplay stories can be told, in too many different narrative modes, for that—see below for more on this topic). 

Here's an example from Caroline's Little World that I think probably turned a few readers off—or, to borrow Renee's terminology from her post yesterday, squicked them out:

Silently, now, he went back to teaching me in a much more direct way. He gently urged the thing in my rosebud inward, and outward, and inward. He turned the thing that vibrated on, and moved it gently about my bare little vulva until I was moaning, "Please. . . please. . ."

He turned the thing that vibrated off, but he continued to rouse me with his lovely fingers, as he said, "Now, young lady, you are being trained in your rosebud, to be a nice bottom-girl for your Daddy. When your Daddy puts his Daddy-thing in your rosebud, your rosebud will be ready to give his cock the pleasure it deserves, won't it?"

"Ahhhh. . . yes, Daddy--yes, Daddy."

"Are you going to take Daddy's cock in your little rosebud, Caroline?"

"Yes, Daddy!"

"Are you going to be my little bottom-girl?"

"Yes, Daddy!"

"Your time has come, young lady. You may let go of your bottom-cheeks. You may use your hands to touch yourself, to make your first time more fun for you."


Oh, it almost sounded like he had. . . it was so wonderfully degrading to think that like Mr. Hastings he had fucked the asses of dozens of girls. . . I did, I put my right hand down to my vulva, as I thought about my husband fucking other girls' bottoms. "To make your first time more fun for you"--because of course it wasn't really fun for a girl to take a cock in her ass: she did it because her Daddy made her do it.

I think Renee hit the nail on the head in her post yesterday: ageplay is a very complex thing that involves a lot more than simply pretending to be younger than you are. We all get older, and I think we all wish we didn't. Whether we had a wonderful childhood to which we wish we could return, or we had a troubled childhood we'd like the chance to get back and force to run along better lines, or (this is most of us, I think) something in between, there's an attraction to pretending to be young, if there's someone caring present, to take charge of us.

Because I'm fascinated by taboo sex, my own ageplay fantasies revolve around the erotic element, and the violation of innocence as well as its protection. Your mileage will vary, but for me, to be able to read and to write these taboo fantasies, which if they ever came true would be atrocities, helps me feel that I am not alone.

At the same time, when I write ageplay, the most satisfying part for me is writing the scenes where the daddy vows to protect his little girl even as he is violating her innocence. Even if, as often happens in my stuff, the daddy decides he wants to display his little girl to other men, or (still more taboo) to loan her to them, the central idea never ceases to be that she belongs to him, and he would never let anything happen to her that she didn't, deep down, want to happen.

I think that that's where dirty ageplay and clean ageplay meet in the central fantasy of simply being young, and under the protection of a kind older person. What do you think?

Welcome to Ageplay Week!!  

We are celebrating Daddy Doms, Littles and everything we love about ageplay this week, starting tomorrow (April 6th) through Friday.  Enjoy the chance to win FREE books and a gift certificate to Amazon for $15 by reading and commenting on the following posts: 

Monday:  "Does Ageplay Squick You Out?"  by Renee Rose

Tuesday:  "Clean vs. Dirty Ageplay" by Emily Tilton

Wednesday:  "The Emotional Appeal of Ageplay" by Elsa Black

Thursday: "The Joy of Escapism" by Ava Sinclair

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Check out these Ageplay books by our contributors:

Her Hollywood Daddy
Hollywood starlet Marissa Sparks’ career teeters on the brink of implosion when movie producer and actor Joel Sutherland takes her in hand. He requires her to move in with him and live as his Little so he can provide strict discipline and guidance but he isn’t sure if it’s all a ploy to stay in the movie. She is, after all, a talented actress and could be faking everything.  Buy Links: AMAZON, AMAZON UK, ARe, Barnes & Noble

Caroline's Little World
 Three great books by a best-selling author of age-play erotica! Caroline Dawkins is a professor of English who has never confessed her age-play and spanking fantasies to her husband, George Lane, a corporate attorney. After George comes home one night and finds Caroline pleasuring herself, over the course of an extraordinary year Caroline and George, with the help of new friends and former students, utterly transform their erotic life together in the pattern of those taboo fantasies.

Buy Link: Amazon

Training Lil' Elise

The story of the Eden Institute continues, this time with the fractious maid Elise, whose disdain for the Littles has her crossing the line once to often. She's about to be banned, until Nanny Prim suggests a different idea: Why not train Elise as a Little? Nanny Prim maintains that it's what the fiery maid really wants. Will handsome Englishman Max Brookshire be able to make Elise the Little she secretly wants to be?

Buy Links: Amazon

The Marshal's Little Girl

When US Marshal Gage Chandler catches up with the beautiful thief who pulled off a robbery right under his nose, the long arm of justice is ready to restrain her for a long, hard spanking. But in Wilhelmina James, the lawman discovers a woman with a desire to submit that meshes with his desire to completely dominate. When they travel in disguise as guardian and ward to clear her name, the roles become real when "Billy" agrees to be his little one.

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The preacher's chance to sample Lori-Anne #Taboo2sday

The whole story so far can be found here.

That Sunday, as Joe had promised, he brought Lori-Anne to church to get her baptized. The preacher at Joe's church was a very open-minded and liberal clergyman in certain ways, but also very conservative in others. He made it clear to Joe that he would have to examine Lori-Anne very carefully, and in private, before he would consent to baptize her.

Joe was a little taken aback, since he tended to get his own way in every situation, but he knew to be humble before the Lord. He also had a feeling he knew why Reverend White really wanted to get Lori-Anne alone before the baptism.

The preacher himself confirmed that suspicion almost immediately. "As you know, Joe, I understand completely about what we can just call Lori-Anne's biological realities. We discussed that thoroughly two years ago, when I first got to town, if you'll recall."

"And I'm very grateful for your understanding of my preferences, reverend," Joe said, nodding."I think the time has probably come, now that you've found a sweet little thing like Lori-Anne, to tell you that I share those preferences, and that before I baptize her I'd like to take her into my study and get a nice, thorough, sampling of the bridal charms."

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Her daughter's good fortune #Taboo2sday

The whole story so far can be found here. We're continuing with a letter Kay, Lori-Anne's future sister-in-law, is writing to Lori-Anne's mother, Mrs. Cohen.

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In fact, Mrs. Cohen, you'll probably be quite surprised to learn that your daughter received a whipping just tonight, for the disrespect she showed her fiancé while she and I were out shopping for her wedding gown this afternoon. I witnessed the whipping myself, and I can report that my brother knows how to tan a hide so that a girl learns her lesson. Lori-Anne is standing right across the room from me right now, with her nose to the corner, and her backside is covered with a mess of pretty red streaks. I don't think she'll be sassing anyone again soon, and so you can expect her to be on her best behavior when she sees you at the wedding.

Just so's you understand how it is, Mrs. Cohen, Lori-Anne has learned to take my brother's manhood deep down her throat, but she'll be a virgin on her wedding-night, and entitled to wear that white gown. Don't worry your pretty head about your daughter's lack of "real" lady bits, because that's just how Joe likes her: he often tells me that the thought of using what Lori-Anne does have just like a traditional bridegroom does with a traditional bride, all night long, thrills him even more when he thinks of what a special kind of love he and your sweet daughter have.

Well, I'd better go, Mrs. Cohen. Joe wants me to help Lori-Anne get ready to please him with her mouth. I can't wait to meet you and congratulate you on your daughter's good fortune!

Very truly yours,
Kay Weston

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Kay writes to Lori-Anne's mama #TabooTuesday

The whole story so far can be found here.


And so Kay took it upon herself to write a note to Lori-Anne's mama, when she had discussed the matter with Joe. Joe had invited Kay to watch him punish Lori-Anne, and so they drafted the note together sitting on the couch while Lori-Anne wept with her nose to the corner of the living room and her bare bottom showing a mess of angry red welts from Joe's broad leather belt.

Dear Mrs. Cohen, the note went, My name is Kay Weston, and I'm going to be your daughter Lori-Anne's sister-in-law in just a few weeks. I know you're scratching your head, thinking I must have the wrong Mrs. Cohen, but it's time you knew that your "son" "Wesley" is really a daughter, named Lori-Anne. I'm happy to say that my brother Joe has taken Lori-Anne in hand, and is providing her with the discipline she so richly needs. I'm also happy to say that this Sunday Lori-Anne will be baptized into the true faith, so you needn't worry at all about the state of her soul. Finally, I'm thrilled to say that on Saturday the 25th, Joe will make an honest woman of your daughter, and that the party to which Lori-Anne invited you is actually her wedding to my brother! I know you'll be as thrilled as I am by the transformation Joe has brought about in your daughter: when I first met Lori-Anne, she was a willful, vain creature who didn't know how to please a man properly, but Joe has cured her of those unsubmissive ways.

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Lori-Anne's mama needs to know how things are #TabooTuesday

The whole story so far can be found here.

"No, mom doesn't know that part," Lori-Anne whispered.

"But she's coming to the wedding, isn't she?"

Lori-Anne could only nod, the tears starting to run down her face.

"What did you tell her she was coming to see?" The condescending puzzlement in Kay's voice made Lori-Anne feel faint.

"I told her it was a big party that my friends were throwing for me." The whole thing seemed so foolish to Lori-Anne now, here in the car with Kay. She had somehow deluded herself into thinking that if her mom could see how much Joe loved her, and what good care Kay took of her, and how beautiful she looked in her wedding gown, her mom would suddenly come around and see how happy Lori-Anne was to be Joe Weston's Christian bride.

"Well," Kay said matter-of-factly, "Joe's gonna hear about this. He's not gonna be happy that your mama doesn't understand the way things are."

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"Mom knows I'm… special" #Taboo2sday

The whole story so far can be found here.

Lori-Anne blushed fiercely. "Y-yes," she stammered. "I mean, I told mom that… that I'd found someone."

Kay seemed to pick up on Lori-Anne's hesitation immediately. "Wait," she said sharply. "Your mama knows that you found a man, doesn't she? A real man?"

Lori-Anne looked down at her hands, in her lap where she sat on the leather seat of Kay's sporty SUV. "Mom knows I'm… special," she mumbled.

Kay laughed. "She just doesn't know how special? She doesn't know that you need a guy like my brother to take you in hand and tell you how it's going to be--how you're going to be his Christian bride, and his little whore?"

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Lori-Anne's not her son anymore #Taboo2sday

The whole story so far can be found here.

At least Kay relented a little after she had tanned Lori-Anne's hide good and properly. Lori-Anne was allowed to try on the veils, though the experience felt bittersweet. Kay had called Joe to tell him about Lori-Anne's spanking as soon as it was over, and Joe had told Kay to put him on the phone with Lori-Anne.

"Darlin'," Joe had said, "you know what you got comin' from my belt, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," Lori-Anne had whispered.

So as she tried on the beautiful lacy veils, and even as Kay praised her for looking so very Christian, and so very pure, Lori-Anne couldn't help feeling her already tingly bottom tingle even more as she thought about how Joe would whip her that night.

On the way home, Kay was very talkative, the way she often seemed to be when she knew that Lori-Anne had a punishment coming.

"Now your mama will be at the wedding, won't she, sweetie?" Kay asked. "She knows about how you're Joe's little Lori-Anne now, and not her son anymore, doesn't she?"

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A spanking for Lori-Anne, interrupted #Taboo2sday

The whole story so far can be found here.

Kay's hairbrush rose and fell on Lori-Anne's bare bottom.

"Ow! Kay! I'm sorry," Lori-Anne wailed.

"Not as sorry as you're going to be when I tell Joe what you said."

"Kay! Please don't tell Joe! He'll whip me--you know he will!"

Then the worst possible thing happened: Lori-Anne, whose face was of course turned to the carpet of the dressing room, the skirts of the gown she was trying on raised to expose her bottom, her panties down to show her unfortunate testicles which Kay of course didn't hesitate to spank in addition to Lori-Anne's bottom, heard Kay say, "Oh, hi--don't worry--come on in. Lori-Anne here is just getting a little lesson."

"No," the shocked, confused voice of the sales-lady said, "that's… alright. I'll come back."

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What happens when Lori-Anne thinks she's a princess #Taboo2sday

The whole story so far can be found here.

"Oh, Kay," Lori-Anne replied, "please… I mean…"

"Are you saying that you don't want to be Joe's little whore? Because I find that rather surprising, Lori-Anne."

"No… I-I just…"

But Kay had walked to a straight-backed chair in the dressing-room, and sat down upon it. She was fishing in her purse, now.

"Please, Kay," Lori-Anne pleaded. "Please, not the hairbrush."


"Come here, Lori-Anne," Kay said, brandishing her walnut hairbrush. "Little whores need to learn their place."

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What Joe really wants in a bride #Taboo2sday

The whole story so far can be found here.

So Lori-Anne tried full-figure dress after full-figured dress. She thought she looked lovely in most of them, but when she shyly turned to Kay, she found that her mentor--her trainer, really, in the ways of being Joe's perfect bride--still wore a dissatisfied look. All Lori-Anne wanted was to find a gown so that they could move on to looking for the part of the bridal ensemble that made her heart stop every time she imagined herself wearing it: the veil.

Finally, when Lori-Anne had begun to cry after Kay rejected the third dress about which Lori-Anne had said, "Don't I look beautiful?" Kay gave her a stern look.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing, Lori-Anne," she said.

"What am I doing?" Lori-Anne replied, thunder-struck.

"You're pretending you don't understand what Joe's really interested in, when it comes to how you look on your wedding-day. You think you're going to be a princess all in white, when what you'll really be is my brother's little whore."

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Joe won't care about Lori-Anne's bra #Taboo2sday

The whole story so far can be found here.

The part about the panties was done quickly, thank goodness. Lori-Anne donned the lacy thong, and if she stood just the right way she couldn't even see in the mirror that her clit was bigger than it should be.

"We'll have to wax you down there, of course," said Kay as she stood next to Lori-Anne and looked appraisingly at the image in the mirror. "But I think Joe will like what he sees. Enough to put you over the pillows and give that Lori-Anne pussy of yours what it deserves, anyway."

Lori-Anne blushed. "What about the bra?" she asked tentatively. The bra couldn't be as lacy as Lori-Anne really would have wanted, because it had to hold the padding to make her bosom look the way it should, but it did have lovely scalloped edges.

"Now Lori-Anne," said Kay, "don't be silly. Do you think that Joe would be marrying you if he cared about tits?"

"No," Lori-Anne whispered.

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