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DARLA
I was nine when Woodstock came to live with us. Right from the start, I adored this boy. Little did I realize that one day I’d desire to be his wife. Funny how life works out. Woodstock and I definitely have things in common. Both of us share the same father figure, of course, and neither of us has a mom. That first night making love to Woodstock was a dream come true. I’ve never had this much desire and passion for anyone. These feelings are utter bliss, and I long to feel this way for ever. These feelings are of comfort and wholeness. I knew this the night I straddled him and then lay across his heaving, hot body as if mine were melting over his like cheese over nachos.
Kenny needs to know soon that Woodstock’s been sleeping in my room for weeks. It’s only a matter of time be
