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when I was a little girl I liked being read stories but I found them lacking something because I wanted to jump into the book and pictures to be part of the book, so I found that the flat sided appeal of the paper was so limiting I had to use my imagination but if only I could have literally been able to jump into the pages, its like my story about running into a Rembrandt or Monet painting and being in another world far different. typically alice in wonderland or like Lost in Austen… I wanted to be like Thumbelina… as a child or other stories… I don’t know why I felt that way. I remember that feeling as back as in 1975 and 1976 before the house burnt down we lived on the farm, after the fire I felt like I died … my brain is a bit fuzzy around then.

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I played with my mom’s bod during my high school days she was all broken back then her parents died one after other in the same year after that my dad cheated on her and we left him to live in her parents house there I used to blame her for our situation and me frustrated would always end up arguing with her untill she gets into tears and accepts her defeat that made me felt bad later but the same would happen again after a day or two one after another argument made me felt as a superior male over her in the house that made me felt as a dominant one over a broken submissive female that soon made me want to get her ready for reliving my frustrations or for accepting me as a mating male in bed, as I kept winning such arguments frequently making her in tears surrender, one night i went into her bed late after she got asleep I and crawled under her blanket for the first few times I tried groping her I use to grab her b**bs she woke up scold me as I’m yours “fu**in mother you idiot” and go to the other room this happened alot of times but with every night I played more with her b**bs and then pinching and pulling her ni**les one night I slid my hand into her p*n*ty and rubbed her c*it as she tried getting up I grabbed her with the other are and my legs around hers she tried hard but I kept on moving ahead with what I was doing soon she got so wet she covered her mouth with her hands and started crying I could clearly feel her getting swelled up down there with every passing second more slippery sticky stuff coming out while she was in tears crying with one hand on her mouth and another one trying to pull my hand out but I kept f******** her roughly until I felt her cl*t pumping on my fingers, she cu**ed with shaking org**m. Right after that I left her she got up and went to the other room.

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