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Recollections
Recollections ... One evening my stepmother had arrived unannounced in my room and discovered me engaged in the throes of masturbatory passion, but she had not been at all shocked at the discovery, being a woman of the world and perfectly aware that young women engage in these explorations as a matter of course. I ceased immediately upon her entry into my room, but, lying naked upon the coverlet and with a pair of widespread and well-lubricated thighs, it was immediately obvious what I had been up to. “Calm yourself, Chrystal,” she said gently, coming to sit beside me and patting me back down onto the bed. “What you are doing is perfectly natural, my dear, and I have known for sometime of your desire and solitary practices.” I’d slowly and guiltily relaxed then sank back, wondering what
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