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| Big Mo turned into Happy Mo! |
She loves to please me, and so she sat on my lap, her arms wrapped around my neck, as I run my hands up and down her slender form, her back, the curve of her arched buttocks.
She loves to please me, and so we embraced and gazed into each other's eyes, whispering to each other of things that were, and things to be.
And I thought to myself: This is the stuff from which good memories are made, to be carefully tended and preserved as the days pass and the years roll by.
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