A Pole
Where my mom hung laundry. I would climb it and it rubbed my clit and I came. Scared me to death, didn't know what it was then. I was around 11 or 12. I climbed that pole every day after school. The next time was a book with nudist camp photos of girls playing volley ball.
Where my mom hung laundry. I would climb it and it rubbed my clit and I came. Scared me to death, didn't know what it was then. I was around 11 or 12. I climbed that pole every day after school. The next time was a book with nudist camp photos of girls playing volley ball.
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