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I remember her sitting in the seat in front of me. She was chewing on bubblegum while she wore a skirt that rode up her smooth thighs. She was aware of the situation, and my weakness. She was seventeen and I knew it was wrong to think that way about a teenager, especially since I'm a therapist- Yes, I was her therapist- and that's it.  The nymph-like girl then looked at me with her big, chestnut brown eyes,

"What's wrong, daddy?"


LITERATE ANONYMOUS WHO 
FUCKING LOVES SCENES 
AND PREFERS 3RD.