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Pûssy for my daughter's best friend (1)
She was my daughter's bestfriend She had really developed into quite a beautiful young lady. I had known her since kindergarten. Her family moved in to our little cul-de-sac community the summer before she started the school year. My husband, daughter and I lived at the end of the cul-de-sac. Abby, her parents and little brother moved to a fixer-upper just five homes up the street from ours. My daughter, Stacy, and Abby found each other quickly that summer. We lived at the closed end of the street which was the natural gathering place for all the children who lived on the court. When we had moved here two years prior, we learned quickly that the noise of laughter, screaming, skateboards scraping the sidewalk and chalk drawings on the street was a daily occurrence. And this is where A
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