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• "It was the middle of the afternoon and we had been feeling kind of frisky," I continued.
• "Frisky?" Ellie laughed as she raised her head up to look at me.
• "Times were different," I reminded her. "You say horny like it's nothing but we didn't talk like that back then." Ellie's hand felt wonderful wrapped around my throbbing cock. She wasn't exactly stroking it; it was more like a loving caress.