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ENZO
My l**t for her was a constant itch, like a case of poison oak that needed scratching.
I should be used to it now. I’d longed for her since she turned twenty-one and sat on my lap. It should have been no big deal, as I’d held her there many times over the years.
Only one difference. On that day, it made me hard as a rock. So swiftly did I become engorged that I nearly dumped her on her sweet a*s.
She didn’t know what was wrong. Or maybe she did. That was the day I vowed to keep my distance. Convincing myself it was a one off and I just needed to get laid, that any feminine bottom would have had the same effect.
Come to find out, I was lying to myself and wasn’t very good at it.
To make up for the self-imposed distance, I started taking pictures of her from afar. Checking in a
