Sophie led the way, and soon they were sitting at one of the outdoor tables of a coffee shop in one of the busy pedestrian walkways of the city. XXX The other girls all had boyfriends. Very rapidly, the boys lost interest in trying, and Yvonne was labelled as cold and stuck up. The lightly scented soap slithering under their loving caresses as the warm water was all that clothed them. Anyhow, to the story:
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Always a popular girl, in her early years at school, Yvonne had lots of friends, and life was good. “It’s so nice being with you that I don’t want to go home yet,” and she took Yvonne’s hand and gave it a light squeeze. This story is obviously written for other women, and as such is much more true to life, without the “over the top” crudeness and bizarre carryings on.
