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remembering back

i watched
that sunday,
i watched
her being
undressed,
there was
no objections
whatsoever
from her
this time,
she had
no choice
of it
happening,
and soon
she lay
in front
of me,
i saw
her breast
upward,
her legs
straight,
i would
be taking
her into
my mouth,

but i
had to
show patience
until she
was roasted
for dinner.
Written by wolfatthedoor1966
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remembering baked or fried chicken for sunday dinners
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