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Skip and I once took this girl Carol out and we had her sit between us in his
truck, and we both fiddled around with her crotch, our hands touching
sometimes. She let us. She put her hands on our crotches, too, arms out like
she was flying, like she was holding our wankers as handles and leaning
away, a hood ornament, a bowsprit. Even then, I wasn't sure what she got out
of it.
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