Sometimes things happen which are just supposed to happen. No great mystery. No point analyzing "why?" Paths simply cross and either you recognize the moment for what it is or you lack the necessary tools of awareness, settling instead for a weak smile at the girl behind the counter, as you pick up your groceries and scuttle unobtrusively out towards the parking lot. I was never too inclined to "scuttle" anywhere.
Genre: Erotica
Tags: Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, True Story
Sex Contents: Much Sex
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