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There was a hint- in this, and the prison-like drabness of their clothing- that their breath may not be altogether wholesome. " Here the Guelf twins were close to fainting with the strange emotions that swept over them. As soon as the front door closed with a tingle of the doorbell both girls moved downstairs as if in a trance, to the store, reeking of dry cleaning fluids and film development chemicals. And six photos of Samson in his Indian loin cloth, in her fitting room, the five inch long flap doing little to shelter the width and length of his member, especially in the pics that showed him engorged.
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