The water was hot against my skin and I lathered and lathered my body more times than I wanted to remember. Did I just do that, I thought. My pussy wasn't dirty but I kept cleaning it as if I had done something wrong, something bad. I even cried a little at remembering the last three or four hours. But I knew, deep down that, they were tears of joy. My thoughts kept concentrating on what we
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