Thirty-Five. Friendless. Virgin. Un-dated. Un-fucked. That was me. I don't know why that was ever the case, but decades of inexplicable shame and natural reticence stopped me from ever sharing my kissable mouth, spankable ass, suckable titties, angry slit, and snarling lust. The first half of that last sentence is me, Katherine: the classic lonely librarian. The second half
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