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| So, I remember this one time before I joined the priesthood, when I was living with this girl. | |
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| I came home from work one day, and we made sweet, sweet love until the sun went down. | |
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| We got up the next morning, and we screwed like banshees. She must have come a half-dozen times. | |
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| I came home for lunch, and we went at it again like Turkish prisoners just out of solitary. It was the hottest sex I had ever seen in my life! I go back to work, and come home later. | |
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| She's outside with a suitcase, waiting for a ride. "Baby, what's up? Things are going so great." She said she had watched Oprah, and thought I might be a pedophile. | |
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| I said "Pedophile? That's an awfully big word for a twelve year old!" | |
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