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I was baptised Caroline, but everyone calls me Carrie.
People call me pretty with my shoulder length blond hair, at the time, I didn’t think I was, and never really knew what Jim saw n me.
I met Jim when I was working for Tony Carby, the author. His books were mainly about war and I was his research assistant.
Tony always had a knack of getting to all the best parties, more to publicise himself and his book, rather than the actual event. But it was at one of these that I met Jim. I hated those parties, I always felt as though people were staring at me. I grew up with a step father who kept telling me how ugly I was and eroded my self confidence, but parties were something Tony made sure he dragged me to. Often in a low cut dress, that made me even more self conscious and I’d try and hide in a corner. It was in one of those corners that Jim found me.
A year later, we were engaged and house hunting for a place to call our own. I remember the first time I set eyes on the house. It felt welcoming, as though it wanted me there. Okay, there were a few drafts in the oddest of places, but that added to the romance of the place.
There was a study, somewhere I could write the book I’d always wanted to and step away from the shadow of Tony. And when I found out about the ghosts it added to the romance and mystique of the place.
I knew the house would need a lot of work, but Jim loved using his hands and promised me that he could make it all good. So soon after our marriage, we moved in.
People call me pretty with my shoulder length blond hair, at the time, I didn’t think I was, and never really knew what Jim saw n me.
I met Jim when I was working for Tony Carby, the author. His books were mainly about war and I was his research assistant.
Tony always had a knack of getting to all the best parties, more to publicise himself and his book, rather than the actual event. But it was at one of these that I met Jim. I hated those parties, I always felt as though people were staring at me. I grew up with a step father who kept telling me how ugly I was and eroded my self confidence, but parties were something Tony made sure he dragged me to. Often in a low cut dress, that made me even more self conscious and I’d try and hide in a corner. It was in one of those corners that Jim found me.
A year later, we were engaged and house hunting for a place to call our own. I remember the first time I set eyes on the house. It felt welcoming, as though it wanted me there. Okay, there were a few drafts in the oddest of places, but that added to the romance of the place.
There was a study, somewhere I could write the book I’d always wanted to and step away from the shadow of Tony. And when I found out about the ghosts it added to the romance and mystique of the place.
I knew the house would need a lot of work, but Jim loved using his hands and promised me that he could make it all good. So soon after our marriage, we moved in.
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In the kitchen, I decided to start by cleaning the top cupboards out and working my way down.
Whilst I was stretching up and starting to clean, my brassier came undone. Naively, I put it down to the fact I was stretching and twisting, rather than a ghost, so I took it off.
Whilst was working I felt something touch my cheek, cobwebs came to mind and then felt the oddest sensation on my nipples. They felt cold and almost like some one was pulling them gently and rubbing them between two fingers. Just another draught, I thought to myself, though I will admit, it was starting to make me feel aroused.
Once they were clean, I decided to start on the table. In the kitchen, the previous owners had left a large, solid looking table, but I wanted to give it a good scrub before we even thought about eating off of it.
When I put water in a bowl, the water splashed at me, making my sweatshirt stick to my nipples. I thought it odd, but didn’t really pay any attention. Though the ghost really got my attention when I began scrubbing the table.
When you clean a table, you stand with your legs slightly apart. I felt a slight pressure and as I moved backwards and forwards, my hips naturally rubbed against the pressure. I was unsure of what I felt, so stopped, but the back and forth movement continued, more insistent. I couldn’t help it, I moaned in pleasure. I then felt my panties slide down my legs, that‘s when I couldn‘t deny the existence of the ghost anymore. I was scared, but the ghost had worked me well and my whole body was buzzing with it’s attention. It then continued it’s onslaught.
Jim called a couple of times and it was all I could do to reply.
By now, my hips were rocking back and forth, almost of their own violation. The orgasm building, and the feelings running through me, stopped me from being scared.
Suddenly the ghost stopped for no reason that I could see, but soon after the door opened and Jim came in. I was scared that he’d see in my face what had been going but I was also scared of being left alone with the ghost. I made Jim stay while I made some lunch, not telling him about the ghost, scared that he’d think badly of me, or that I’d lead it on. To this day, I don’t know if Jim saw my panties and brassier lying on a kitchen chair.
I suggested we eat in the dining room, wrongly thinking the ghost was confined to the kitchen.
As we entered the dinning room, the ghost undid the zip on , my skirt fell to the floor, leaving my bottom half naked.
“Jim we have a ghost and it wants to have sex with me.” My eyes pleading for understanding as I felt a pressure between my legs once more.
Whilst I was stretching up and starting to clean, my brassier came undone. Naively, I put it down to the fact I was stretching and twisting, rather than a ghost, so I took it off.
Whilst was working I felt something touch my cheek, cobwebs came to mind and then felt the oddest sensation on my nipples. They felt cold and almost like some one was pulling them gently and rubbing them between two fingers. Just another draught, I thought to myself, though I will admit, it was starting to make me feel aroused.
Once they were clean, I decided to start on the table. In the kitchen, the previous owners had left a large, solid looking table, but I wanted to give it a good scrub before we even thought about eating off of it.
When I put water in a bowl, the water splashed at me, making my sweatshirt stick to my nipples. I thought it odd, but didn’t really pay any attention. Though the ghost really got my attention when I began scrubbing the table.
When you clean a table, you stand with your legs slightly apart. I felt a slight pressure and as I moved backwards and forwards, my hips naturally rubbed against the pressure. I was unsure of what I felt, so stopped, but the back and forth movement continued, more insistent. I couldn’t help it, I moaned in pleasure. I then felt my panties slide down my legs, that‘s when I couldn‘t deny the existence of the ghost anymore. I was scared, but the ghost had worked me well and my whole body was buzzing with it’s attention. It then continued it’s onslaught.
Jim called a couple of times and it was all I could do to reply.
By now, my hips were rocking back and forth, almost of their own violation. The orgasm building, and the feelings running through me, stopped me from being scared.
Suddenly the ghost stopped for no reason that I could see, but soon after the door opened and Jim came in. I was scared that he’d see in my face what had been going but I was also scared of being left alone with the ghost. I made Jim stay while I made some lunch, not telling him about the ghost, scared that he’d think badly of me, or that I’d lead it on. To this day, I don’t know if Jim saw my panties and brassier lying on a kitchen chair.
I suggested we eat in the dining room, wrongly thinking the ghost was confined to the kitchen.
As we entered the dinning room, the ghost undid the zip on , my skirt fell to the floor, leaving my bottom half naked.
“Jim we have a ghost and it wants to have sex with me.” My eyes pleading for understanding as I felt a pressure between my legs once more.
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"Why don't we just go upstairs, get into bed, and cuddle for awhile, my love."
Laying in bed in Jim's arms sounded like heaven, I just wanted to feel safe and secure. Truth be known, I was still rattled by the experience in the kitchen. Coming to terms with frisky ghosts was something not easy to get your head around. I was just glad that it hadn't tried to rape me, or do anything more than touch.
In the safety of Jims arms, I began to rationalise things. Maybe it was only a strange draft in the kitchen and the zipper was loose on my skirt, my mind shying away from the thought of ghosts. Possibly the fumes from the cleaning liquid made me hallucinate, I told myself.
By the time we reached the bedroom, i'd calmed down a lot and put it down to being nothing other than chemical fumes and an over active imagination.
Gently, Jim laid me on the bed, but laying there half naked felt weird, especially in broad daylight. Quickly, I put on clean lacy panties and a loose skirt and told Jim I was tired from cleaning the kitchen. Jim looked a little disappointed that I was covering myself up, so I promised him that tonight I would make it special for him, my hand stroking his chest, indicating what was to come.
I leaned towards him, my lips finding his and kissed him, letting him know how much I loved him in a way words could never express.
Laying in bed in Jim's arms sounded like heaven, I just wanted to feel safe and secure. Truth be known, I was still rattled by the experience in the kitchen. Coming to terms with frisky ghosts was something not easy to get your head around. I was just glad that it hadn't tried to rape me, or do anything more than touch.
In the safety of Jims arms, I began to rationalise things. Maybe it was only a strange draft in the kitchen and the zipper was loose on my skirt, my mind shying away from the thought of ghosts. Possibly the fumes from the cleaning liquid made me hallucinate, I told myself.
By the time we reached the bedroom, i'd calmed down a lot and put it down to being nothing other than chemical fumes and an over active imagination.
Gently, Jim laid me on the bed, but laying there half naked felt weird, especially in broad daylight. Quickly, I put on clean lacy panties and a loose skirt and told Jim I was tired from cleaning the kitchen. Jim looked a little disappointed that I was covering myself up, so I promised him that tonight I would make it special for him, my hand stroking his chest, indicating what was to come.
I leaned towards him, my lips finding his and kissed him, letting him know how much I loved him in a way words could never express.
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As I laid on the bed, I fell asleep and had the weirdest dream. I was in a room with several naked people and I was both fascinated and repulsed. Jim was there, telling me it was alright and that we could have sex in every room, but next to him was my father telling me that I was ugly and no one would want to touch me, unless they were desperate. I learnt later on in life, that my father had his own demons and that he thought, in some convoluted way, that he was protect me from boys wanting a ‘quickie’. In my dream, I couldn’t open the door and I was being touched by these naked strangers. How could I be so turned on? But I knew I had to get out, even if Jim was whispering in my ear that everything would be okay. Finally, the door opened and I woke up.
Wanting to make amends to Jim for acting like a neurotic female, I changed into something a bit more sexy, just for him. A tight low neck top, and dark jeans that showed off my shape.
I found it hard to shake the dream, but didn’t want to go running to Jim, after all, how could I explain to Jim that I dreamt….. my mind turned away from the images. Looking at the clock, I thought the best thing would be to start the evening meal, hopefully the fumes in the kitchen would be gone.
At the kitchen door, I paused, not wanting to go in, but I knew I had to. I entered, and….. nothing happened.
As I peeled the potatoes I thought I felt a feather light kiss on my cheek, I put it down to the odd draughts in the house. I think the ghost had realised it’d pushed me too far, but I was like a new toy , that it wanted to touch and tease, because every now and again I’d get a feeling on my ass, or as though something was caressing my breasts. Part of my mind was going ‘this place really is haunted’ and the logical part of my mind was going ‘don’t be stupid, it’s just draughts and air pressure’. ‘If it’s just draughts, then I may as well as enjoy it’, so I began to wait for the ‘touch’. It was never invasive, and no repeat performance on my crutch. So I relaxed, going with the logical part of my mind, even if the ‘touches ‘ only targeted specific areas.
As I prepared the meal, I got out a bottle of wine for us to have. Wine always brought my defences down and it was my way of letting Jim know I’d have sex with him tonight and be relaxed enough that we could do it with the lights on. Something I knew he enjoyed, but I hated. I loved him so much, even though I felt guilty that I had to be tipsy in order to give him the kind of sex he liked.
I put the CD player on, to hide my gasp of pleasure as the ‘draught’ played with my breasts, whilst I cut up the other vegetables. Though this time, the ghost kept the touch gentle, even if it was enough to make the nipples harden.
The words ‘ghost’ and ‘draughts’ vied in my head for supremacy.
Whilst the meat and vegetables cooked, I poured a glass of wine for myself and Jim and went to find him, I didn’t notice the dark shadowy shape that followed me.
Wanting to make amends to Jim for acting like a neurotic female, I changed into something a bit more sexy, just for him. A tight low neck top, and dark jeans that showed off my shape.
I found it hard to shake the dream, but didn’t want to go running to Jim, after all, how could I explain to Jim that I dreamt….. my mind turned away from the images. Looking at the clock, I thought the best thing would be to start the evening meal, hopefully the fumes in the kitchen would be gone.
At the kitchen door, I paused, not wanting to go in, but I knew I had to. I entered, and….. nothing happened.
As I peeled the potatoes I thought I felt a feather light kiss on my cheek, I put it down to the odd draughts in the house. I think the ghost had realised it’d pushed me too far, but I was like a new toy , that it wanted to touch and tease, because every now and again I’d get a feeling on my ass, or as though something was caressing my breasts. Part of my mind was going ‘this place really is haunted’ and the logical part of my mind was going ‘don’t be stupid, it’s just draughts and air pressure’. ‘If it’s just draughts, then I may as well as enjoy it’, so I began to wait for the ‘touch’. It was never invasive, and no repeat performance on my crutch. So I relaxed, going with the logical part of my mind, even if the ‘touches ‘ only targeted specific areas.
As I prepared the meal, I got out a bottle of wine for us to have. Wine always brought my defences down and it was my way of letting Jim know I’d have sex with him tonight and be relaxed enough that we could do it with the lights on. Something I knew he enjoyed, but I hated. I loved him so much, even though I felt guilty that I had to be tipsy in order to give him the kind of sex he liked.
I put the CD player on, to hide my gasp of pleasure as the ‘draught’ played with my breasts, whilst I cut up the other vegetables. Though this time, the ghost kept the touch gentle, even if it was enough to make the nipples harden.
The words ‘ghost’ and ‘draughts’ vied in my head for supremacy.
Whilst the meat and vegetables cooked, I poured a glass of wine for myself and Jim and went to find him, I didn’t notice the dark shadowy shape that followed me.
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I was glad Jim had lit the fire places, as I loved the way the way it changed the room look, making it warm and cosy.
Sitting there, it felt so warm and right and at that moment, I loved Jim more than anything in the world. I knew I wasn't the perfect wife for him, too much sexual repression, but he put up with me and made me feel safe and secure.
Carrie, but would you come to the dinner table topless."
I can't deny his words shocked me and made me feel awkward, so i couldn't answer him. I wanted to tell him 'no', but I loved him and I knew I would do anything for him. I cringed at the thought of loosing him because I wouldn't do as he asked.
I carried our dinner into the dinning room and placed them on the tables.
I couldn't help it, I turned so I wasn't facing Jim, and slowly pulled my t-shirt over my head. I hoped he wouldn't know that I was shaking with nerves.
Once I was topless, I turned, to find that he had been watching me and gave him a nervous smile. As I stood there a chill seemed to brush across my breasts, making them stand out a little more than normal.
"Lets eat."
Sitting there, it felt so warm and right and at that moment, I loved Jim more than anything in the world. I knew I wasn't the perfect wife for him, too much sexual repression, but he put up with me and made me feel safe and secure.
Carrie, but would you come to the dinner table topless."
I can't deny his words shocked me and made me feel awkward, so i couldn't answer him. I wanted to tell him 'no', but I loved him and I knew I would do anything for him. I cringed at the thought of loosing him because I wouldn't do as he asked.
I carried our dinner into the dinning room and placed them on the tables.
I couldn't help it, I turned so I wasn't facing Jim, and slowly pulled my t-shirt over my head. I hoped he wouldn't know that I was shaking with nerves.
Once I was topless, I turned, to find that he had been watching me and gave him a nervous smile. As I stood there a chill seemed to brush across my breasts, making them stand out a little more than normal.
"Lets eat."
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During the meal, I tried to mention that I thought the ghost was real, but he misunderstood me and started talking about them being figments of the imagination. I thought it better to let the subject drop and I’d try again another day, especially as I was getting distracted.
All through the meal, it felt as though I was being stroked, my breasts played with. If I wasn’t being so aroused, then I would have been scared. But how can you be scared when it’s not hurting you, n fact doing the exact opposite?
There was something erotic about being half naked for my husband. Normally I’d be self conscious and embarrassed, but with the warm glow from the fire and feeling ….. even now I have trouble saying it, groped and touched up, I was getting sexually stimulated.
I followed Jim to the kitchen, not wanting to be left alone and also, I wanted to be near him. When he kissed I couldn’t help it, they weren’t the usual pecks I gave him, but I wanted to push myself up against him, I wanted him to touch me!
After the washing up he asked me "Would you like to see what's on TV or...?"
Normally, I would say tv, wanting to delay, what I knew he wanted. Not because I didn’t love him, but , the sex was always for him, keeping him happy. But by this time, my body was buzzing with want and anticipation.
“Let’s go up stairs.”
I went up the stairs before him, and entered out bedroom. I undressed and climbed in the bed, tryng to hide my nakedness from him and waited.
My heart fluttered in anticipation when I watched him undress. I could see he looked a little surprise, because normally I turn away, but now, I wanted to feel him next to me.
All through the meal, it felt as though I was being stroked, my breasts played with. If I wasn’t being so aroused, then I would have been scared. But how can you be scared when it’s not hurting you, n fact doing the exact opposite?
There was something erotic about being half naked for my husband. Normally I’d be self conscious and embarrassed, but with the warm glow from the fire and feeling ….. even now I have trouble saying it, groped and touched up, I was getting sexually stimulated.
I followed Jim to the kitchen, not wanting to be left alone and also, I wanted to be near him. When he kissed I couldn’t help it, they weren’t the usual pecks I gave him, but I wanted to push myself up against him, I wanted him to touch me!
After the washing up he asked me "Would you like to see what's on TV or...?"
Normally, I would say tv, wanting to delay, what I knew he wanted. Not because I didn’t love him, but , the sex was always for him, keeping him happy. But by this time, my body was buzzing with want and anticipation.
“Let’s go up stairs.”
I went up the stairs before him, and entered out bedroom. I undressed and climbed in the bed, tryng to hide my nakedness from him and waited.
My heart fluttered in anticipation when I watched him undress. I could see he looked a little surprise, because normally I turn away, but now, I wanted to feel him next to me.
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Whilst i'd watched Jim undress, it felt like i was being stroked. My body tingled in reaction. I just wanted to feel Jim's body against mine.
I put all thoughts of ghosts from my mind.
As Jim got into bed I snuggled close to him, my hand drifting over his torso.
I pulled his face to mine, kissing him.
It was unusual for me to take the lead, but I knew I wanted to have sex with him, to feel him inside me. The thought both shocked me and turned me on, I actually wanted all of my husband, both emotionally and physically.
As I kissed Jim, I could feel the sheet and blanket slide down, until my breasts were no longer under them. Another time I would have pulled them up, but feeling my nipples touched, I was slowly being pulled into sexual excitement and just pushed my body against Jim's wanting as much skin contact as possible.
I put all thoughts of ghosts from my mind.
As Jim got into bed I snuggled close to him, my hand drifting over his torso.
I pulled his face to mine, kissing him.
It was unusual for me to take the lead, but I knew I wanted to have sex with him, to feel him inside me. The thought both shocked me and turned me on, I actually wanted all of my husband, both emotionally and physically.
As I kissed Jim, I could feel the sheet and blanket slide down, until my breasts were no longer under them. Another time I would have pulled them up, but feeling my nipples touched, I was slowly being pulled into sexual excitement and just pushed my body against Jim's wanting as much skin contact as possible.
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I enjoyed the feeling of Jim's cock in me and the way he came. But I still felt like an instrument, being played, but the music never reached it's peak.
I knew Jim was cuming by the sound he was making, that was when I felt a slight weight across my chest, pinning me down.
At first I was scared, and but then I got used to it.
Next I felt something brush across my lips. It flet odd, smooth and yet all I could see was a shadow.
I pretended to orgasm for Jim, opening my mouth to make an appropriate sound of ectasy, when I felt something slip between my teeth and begin moving in and out, though never completely. What Jim thought of me laying there with an open mouth I have no idea.
Having once tried putting my mouth round Jim's cock (that had been an experimental disaster), I realised I had a ghostly cock in my mouth.
I momentarily tried to struggle, but I could feel hands on my breasts and another on my pussy. And so my struggling changed, my breath bcame shorter as my body reacted to this new stimuli.
Oh God i'm being fucked by ghosts! And they ......... are making me feel so horny!
I knew there was no pint telling Jim and truth be known, I was starting to enjoy it. Is this what sex should be like?
The 'cock' in my mouth seemed to grow, expanding and lengthening, so I had no choice but to start sucking and licking it.
I knew Jim was cuming by the sound he was making, that was when I felt a slight weight across my chest, pinning me down.
At first I was scared, and but then I got used to it.
Next I felt something brush across my lips. It flet odd, smooth and yet all I could see was a shadow.
I pretended to orgasm for Jim, opening my mouth to make an appropriate sound of ectasy, when I felt something slip between my teeth and begin moving in and out, though never completely. What Jim thought of me laying there with an open mouth I have no idea.
Having once tried putting my mouth round Jim's cock (that had been an experimental disaster), I realised I had a ghostly cock in my mouth.
I momentarily tried to struggle, but I could feel hands on my breasts and another on my pussy. And so my struggling changed, my breath bcame shorter as my body reacted to this new stimuli.
Oh God i'm being fucked by ghosts! And they ......... are making me feel so horny!
I knew there was no pint telling Jim and truth be known, I was starting to enjoy it. Is this what sex should be like?
The 'cock' in my mouth seemed to grow, expanding and lengthening, so I had no choice but to start sucking and licking it.
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The cock went deeper into my mouth, stopping just short of cutting off my air supply.
I could feel my breasts being gently twisted and pulled and the hand on my pussy was replaced by another ghostly cock, that also expanded, strectching me and going deeper.
My hips moved to meet each thrust and my body quivered with excitement, feeling like I was on a rollercoaster.
I felt so used and it felt so good. My face turned red at the embarassing thought.
The two cocks started to pound harder into my orifices, making my whole body shake.
I moaned, because it felt soooo good. I was being fucked by two ghosts and enjoying it!
I could feel my breasts being gently twisted and pulled and the hand on my pussy was replaced by another ghostly cock, that also expanded, strectching me and going deeper.
My hips moved to meet each thrust and my body quivered with excitement, feeling like I was on a rollercoaster.
I felt so used and it felt so good. My face turned red at the embarassing thought.
The two cocks started to pound harder into my orifices, making my whole body shake.
I moaned, because it felt soooo good. I was being fucked by two ghosts and enjoying it!
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"Are you ok, Carrie?"
How could I answer that with a mouth full of ghostly cock? Instead I put my hand over, touching Jim's leg, my eyes looking in his direction.
Then I noticed he was stroking his cock! But the sight of him stroking it, whilst being pounded by two ghostly cocks pushed me over the edge.
I screamed with pleasure, my body thrashing against the invisible ghosts as my orgasm literally rocked through me, like a fire rolling up and down giving my body, especially my pussy a life of it's own. Sounds came from my throat, loudly voicing the pleasure I felt.
At the same time, I felt something cold flood my mouth and then, it withdrew.
But even though i'd come, the cock in my pussy obviously hadn't, because it was still sliding in and out of me, the rhythm faster and faster and then that too stopped after I felt an intense cold in my pussy.
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"Would you suck it for me, Carrie?
I looked at my husband, I admit I felt shocked that he could ask this of me, but I admit Iwas still feeling as horny as hell, something which probably shocked me more.
Kneeling between his legs, I tentatitvly, I put my mouth over his shaft and let my tongue feel the smoothness of it.
God, this was turning me on more, how could that be.
I felt something push knees apart and I could almost feel a head there and then I felt something playing with my pussy lips and then something that could almost of been a very long tongue licking me, playfully frig me.
At the attention to my puusy increased, I found myself sucking and and rocking back and forth on Jim's cock, even more/
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But then she looked up at me, and her eyes held no fear or disgust whatsoever, only love and lust. Something, somehow, had seemed to change in her. And this was confirmed as she then started to moan on my cock.
So, instead of stopping her, I surprised myself by asking, "Carrie, you really like having a cock in your mouth, don't you?"
As I said it, I realized the indefinite use of "a cock", instead of "my cock", brought with it the image of her mouth wide open minutes before.
I looked up at my husband.
"I didn't know it could be like this. Do you still love me?" I asked, suddenly scared that he'd hate me. I didn't know sex could be like this and I wanted more, it felt so good and I realised I wasn't scared of sex anymore, my father had lied, sex wasn't a bad horrible thing, it made me feel so good. But my husband had fallen in love with a shy me, would he still love me or just think I was a slut and i'd find out my father was right all along? Something was awakening in me, I was still slightly confused if it was right or wrong, but I was beginning to realise what a sexual creature I was.
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