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This is my story of my sexual awakening and my eventual relationship to two wonderful women, who happen to be mother and daughter! My family lived in a small town in southern Tamil Nadu. My father was the eldest and as is the tradition his sisters after marriage etc. come to house for delivery and then leave when the baby is around 3 months old for their married households…
I was the only child for my parents. When I just turned 18 my father’s youngest sister who was 28 years old, who already had a 8 year old daughter, came to live with us while anticipating the delivery of her second child. Since I had a mattress & cot in my room, which was large enough for my Athai used to sleep with me. Her daughter stayed with the father as she had school which couldn’t be disrupted.
One day, Athai woke me up in the middle of the night and told me it is time. I alerted everyone took her to the hospital and within hours she delivered a baby girl. It was a shock for me to see the baby so tiny and even more shocking to see my Athai open her top up and breast feed the baby ! After they got back home, the baby and Athai took over my cot.
I provided all the help to my Athai, as I used to sleep on the floor in the same room -- Warming up water, giving help to bathe the baby etc. I also liked taking care of that girl and my Athai. Athai noticed this and was very effusive in her praise and affection for me calling what a mature young man I was becoming.
After couple of months after birth, one day, overnight her daughter developed a blue color all over her body. We immediately took her to a hospital where the child was diagnosed with severe heart defect with internal walls ruptured and not curable by surgery. The kid breathed her last in my arms at home. I cried uncontrollably, not to mention my Athai.
After the last rites were done, Athai expressed to her husband to stay at our house for some more time and then come back. Her husband also agreed and left for Chennai. That night, after I laid my bed out on the floor, Athai now that the kid is not there I can come back to my spot. I moved up to the cot and put my arm around her waist and went to sleep this comforted my Athai and she went to sleep.
Early morning I was awoken by my Athai, with tears in her eyes and asking me to get some hot water and cloth. I did that and when given, Athai asked me to close the door. After that she opened up her blouse and pressed with the cloth dipped in hot water all around her breasts. They were shining red in the heat and after some time I saw my Athai expressing milk out of them initially there were tiny leaks and then they stopped.
When asked, my Athai replied that now that the breasts are no longer being emptied out they are full of milk for the past 2-3 days and it is aching too much. She resigned and just lied down sideways on the bed, covering her chest with the thin sari. One of her hand was on her side and another on her forehead covering her eyes. She was sobbing uncontrollably.
I was in tears on seeing my Athai like this; I don’t know what came over me. I switched off the lights, crept closer to her in the bed. After a quiet minute, slowly lifted up her sari and latched onto her right breast which was on the bed with my lips. I instantly sucked and very thin, warm and sweet milk flooded into my mouth. My Athai became very quiet and didn’t do anything.
I slowly got the hang of it and was milking her breast and drinking it steadily emptying it. She must have felt immense relief at that, as she didn’t resist at all. After some time, the milk stopped. When I tried to move away, Athai held my face and positioned another nipple into my lips. The routine continued and I emptied that also.
Now, in a very relieved voice she said thank you, nestled my face between her breasts and went to sleep hugging me. I dozed off. Next morning, my Athai looked visibly relieved. The taste of the milk the softness and fullness of her breasts lingered forever in my mouth and mind. I just couldn’t concentrate on anything at school. I was too excited about the future with Athai.
That night, after watching my TV I went to bed, as soon as I switched off the light and got on. My Athai turned towards me, without a word spoken opened her blouse and pushed a nipple into my mouth. I drank milk and emptied her breasts, she kissed me on my forehead and then turned away to sleep. I put my arm around her waist and went to sleep.
This routine continued for a month and I obediently would empty her breasts. Sometimes, even during the day she would quietly offer her breasts to me. I was in heaven, never losing an opportunity to drink fresh milk from her breasts. Slowly, I would play with her other open breast and though initially she developed Goosebumps, she didn’t resist.
I would squeeze them and express milk onto me. One day, she kissed my forehead after I am done. After that she regularly kissed me on my forehead and cheek. One day when she bent down to kiss me on my cheek I turned and instead it became a kiss on my lips. She lingered on my lips longer than she would on my cheeks. These became very slow and deep kisses with her slipping her tongue in as well.
That night was the most defining moment in my life. That day it was very hot in the summer, a power cut happened launching the house into total darkness. I got up as it was too warm went out opened all the windows to let the breeze in took of my t-shirt and came to bed in just my boxers. After I lied down, my Athai came and hugged me I was shocked to find her totally nude.
I was shell shocked. I slowly kissed her which turned into tongue swapping into our mouths. We were wrestling with tongues. Then my Athai bent down and kissed me on my nipples and sucked on them. This led to indescribably intense feelings in me. My penis began to harden and with pressure it popped out of the hole in front of the boxer.
I slipped my hand down my Athai’s body and finally felt the curly bush between her thighs… She asked me to remove my boxers and asked me to get on top of her. With her legs on both sides of my body I slowly lowered myself on her. My Athai grabbed my penis with her right hand.
I bent down to kiss her and she positioned my penis on her bush and with both hands grabbed my butt and pulled me in, all in one swift motion. I felt like I was in heaven, with a feeling of a warm velvet cloth around my penis. She slowly gestured holding my waist to pull out and push in. I got the clue and in no time was pumping in furiously.
Suddenly, I felt my brain blanking out and something coming out violently with force from my penis. I panted heavily and collapsed on my Athai. She caressed my body and hair and very huskily asked, did I like it. I felt like I was on top of the world. She whispered that “you have been broken in and no longer a virgin boy but a man”. I felt so happy and proud at the moment.
We went to sleep and I got up once more that night and this time I positioned my penis and was able to piston in and out of her vagina lot more relaxed. Finally, I spurt out something into her vagina, emptied her breasts and went to sleep very happily. After this every day I would fuck her to my heart’s content. One night I fucked her every hour for eight times.
She was completely worn out and mentioned that her husband fucks her once in eight days…! This fuck marathon continued every day for the next 6 months. Over that time her breasts produced less and less milk and eventually went dry. One day when I wanted to fuck her, my Athai declined and said she has to check whether she gets her periods.
I didn’t understand why it was important? I was upset, she kissed me and explained to me that now that she is no longer breastfeeding, she will ovulate and if we are not careful she will get pregnant. I understood but was very upset. She laughed and asked me to close her eyes. After a few seconds I was surprised to find warm wet velvet like wrapping around my penis and when I opened my eyes found it entirely in my Athai’s mouth.
She sucked vigorously, licked my balls all over and probed my anus hole with her tongue as well. This led to an eruption from my penis which landed all over her face, it was as if a very thin porridge has fallen on her face. She pointed out that I am spurting huge amount of cum, how after our fuck session huge amount will ooze out of her pussy when she went to the toilet.
She wiped it with her fingers put it into her mouth and swallowed it all. She said I will let it dry on my skin and wash it tomorrow morning. So for the next three weeks she would regularly suck my penis and introduced to pleasures of getting my butt hole poked as well. Finally, one day when I went to bed I saw her in her panties with what looked like white toilet paper stack in it.
She explained that she got her periods and that she wasn’t pregnant!. She was mightily relieved. 5 days after that she didn’t have any pad and for the next one week she fucked blowing my brains out said she wanted to make up for the time lost. After the first week, she said that chances of pregnancy are high and she would blow me or get my semen out with her hands.
She said having a condom in the room was risky as my parents would get suspicious. Next month her husband and her chatted and she wanted to move to Chennai with her family, in months’ time. Everyone was happy as to how she had gotten over the grief so well. Boy, if only they knew the real reason.
That one month was the most heavenly for me. Since it was our close time together my Athai gave me liberties. I would fuck her every 30 mins in the night and during the day also, we would sneak out get a quickie. After the first week, we resorted to our safe techniques. The couple of days before she was due to leave, we had one intense night, our emotions go the better of us and that night I ended up fucking her 10 times in her pussy.
She also completely forgot the safety aspect. She left for Chennai and my life became very dry in the bedroom and started focusing on my studies and did exceptionally well. A month later we got a call from Athai informing my mom that she was pregnant again. We all went to see her and she was glowing with happiness.
When we were alone - she said that she couldn’t reconcile to sex with her husband a week after coming to Chennai when she didn’t get her periods, she tested and found her to be pregnant already, with my baby ! She said, after that I just imagined you and fucked your uncle twice. Now I am relieved, I can deliver our baby without any worries…
I was extremely happy, every vacation I would go to her house I will fuck her brains out. I also became a very confident young man. Oh yeah, after our baby was delivered (a boy) both Athai and her husband were very happy. I again breast fed my Athai to my heart’s content. Now Athai regularly takes pills as she and her husband don’t want any more babies making things easy for me.
I finished my studies in Engineering in Chennai got a very good job. When I turned 26, I expressed a desire to marry her daughter to Athai and after one hell of a fucking session and she agreed. It is very common in our families to marry Athai or Mama’s kid. Now my adventures with Athai continue, in fact before our First night,
which happened in Athai’s house she fucked me explaining how there will be lot of pain for her daughter and how I have to be gentle to break her hymen etc. That led to a wonderful experience for my wife, who still thanks me for all the patience and understanding I showed. I am blissfully happy now.
Two years into our marriage we decided to get pregnant and my wife delivered a baby girl. Now I breastfeed from her regularly. She fed me breast milk for almost six months after weaning off our baby…. Life couldn’t be happier for me, my Athai and my wife…
Last edited by 2dead2 : 30th April 2011 at 02:59 AM.
Ms. Anita Nair.
This is not a story but can be called an event in real life. This event centers around a family whose daughter happens to be my very close friend. For reasons of privacy, the names are replaced by some fictitious names. But the other things remain the same. Nair's are a close knit family with three members -the father,
Mr. Y.P Nair, the mother, Mrs. Nair and my friend Ms. Anita Nair. They happen to reside in one of the metros of India (city not disclosed for obvious reasons). The family is very graceful and somewhat conservative. The want of space for lavish residence has resulted in Nair's opting for Two-bed roomed flat at a complex in the southern heart of the city.
Nair's have brought in Unni from their native place in Kollam, some eight years back when Mr. Nair has been transferred to this city. Unni, a ten-year-old lad then, has been brought in to help Mrs. Nair in the daily chores. Thus, Unni has found, then, his space on the floor of Anita's room.
This accommodation, in no way, has hampered Anita's privacy then, because Unni at Ten years of age is too young to be of any concern. My friendship rolls eight years back, when Anita at Twenty (20) has come to enroll in the final year at our college. However, years have rolled by and Unni reaches the adolescence stage.
Naturally, the stage brings with it all the evil yearnings to know and discover. Unni in no way can be an exception. Unni, in the mean time has made a few friends in the residential complex and outside. Some of his friends are of his age while few are older to him. Most of his friends are domestic helpers in category.
But, Unni has never been treated as a domestic helper as such. Perhaps, the enjoyment and thrill he derives from nasty talks on sex has made Unni come closer to those friends. But, this in no way has bothered the Nair's from letting Unni share Anita;s room because they have felt the phase of inquisitiveness to know on sex shall pass over in good time,
Moreover, five years have rolled by since Unni has slept on the floor of Anita's room and no such necessity has been felt to ask him to sleep in the dining space, However, Anita has felt some changes in the looks of Unni which is so apparent, which a woman can easily identify. However, looks of Unni never appeared to be threatening.
Though Anita has noticed that these days Unni takes personal care in washing, drying and ironing her clothes, specially her under-garments, along with others in the house, she has preferred to ignore it altogether. Anita has said that she has found nothing sinful in his taking interest in her.
Anita has said that may be Unni has been trying to impress his loyalty towards the family. Once, Anita has been pedicuring her toes at bedtime before going to sleep, that Unni asks her whether he will help her in washing her feet.
Pedicuring at bedtime is nothing new to Anita, but obviously Unni's voluntary help in this regard is something new and brow raising. Normally, if her parents have had been awake, and has had the time not been past mid-night, Anita may have given a second thought to his offer.
But, Anita's senses having found nothing sinful in Unni's offer, asks him to bring the tumbler to her bedroom, where she can be able to relax while Unni shall be washing her feet. "Unni, please put-off the lights at the dining and the corridor, and bring the tumbler at the bedroom", Anita says.
"Yes, Ma'am." Unni replies. Unni comes with the tumbler and asks "Ma'am, where shall I keep it?". "Oh, Yes... keep it over here... yes, yes... near the bed... will it be easy to clean if I recline on my bed, Unni?" Anita says. Unni nods his head in affirmation. "But Unni do one thing... do close the door...
if Mom or Papa gets up and see you cleaning my feet,... something shall be in store for you as well as for me too... "Anita says. Anyway, Anita sees nothing wrong and stretches herself on the bed with her half of the body, from toe to torso, remaining outside the bed. "Unni, will it be alright?" Anita asks.
Now, when Anita has narrated upto this point, I have asked her whether she has thought by such posturing, the mercurial temperature of Unni's body may have soared. I am full ten years elder to Unni... and by the way, Unni is only fifteen... I have never thought it can happen" Anita has replied then.
Anita has worn a sleeveless knee-length loose attire. Obviously, while stretching on the bed, Anita's hem of the dress has stretched above her knee. However, Unni on meticulously cleaning the toe and the heels of her feet, has used a towel to dry her feet. After that, Unni has asked Anita "Ma'am, please push yourself up on the bed...
I have cleaned you feet... do you want me to apply any cream on your feet... ". Anita, by now, must have some sensual organ shaken that has left in her an awkward feeling of sensation. She has opined within herself that Unni's hand must have some role to play in tickling her sensation in such vigorous manner.
Obviously, while thinking about the ticklish feeling that she is enjoying and trying to reason out the cause, Anita mechanically follows Unni's appeal to move up the bed and nods her head in affirmation to the application of any cream on her feet. Anita is a hairy woman. She has fine silky hair down her legs and up on her thighs.
Those hairs are sparsely knitted on her thighs and her legs in plaited form. Although, Unni has not revealed his feelings while applying the cream on her feet, but his questions and statements are too apparent to ignore; moreso such statements are far too inciting for Anita to ignore.
"Ma'am, will you let me apply some lotion on your legs... by the way, your legs are so hairy... I like it (Unni murmurs)". Anita, by now, has been transfixed in an absolute sensation; her innerself yearning for some physical pleasure. But she cannot dare reveal her feelings for certain unexplained fear. Mechanically, she nods in approval.
Anita feels in a few moment, Unni's hands massaging the legs upto her knees. "Ma'am, you are hairy too up your thighs... "Unni says. Anita asks Unni "But how do you know... ?... no you are wrong... "But Anita starts feeling his hands moving slowly up her thighs as Unni speaks" Ma'am, if I am wrong, then what are these... "as
Unni moves up caressing his hands through her outer thighs up to her waist. Anita's chubby thighs are all revealing for Unni's looks. Perhaps, Unni has never imagined himself to be in such a situation. The hem of her dress has very little left for the ultimate revelation, when Unni stops (perhaps out of fear of reprimand from Anita).
He withdraws his hands from Anita's thighs and perhaps to bring parity to the whole situation, he says" Ma'am, I am more hairy than you are... "Anita, shamefully acknowledges that fact of her being hairy... and without even trying to adjust the hem of her dress, she crosses her thighs while reclining on one hand on the bed, thereby revealing her hairy armpits, and says
"Unni, it is true that I am hairy... but I cannot tell anything about you". Unni asks for permission to open his long loose cotton dress, which reaches upto his toes from the waist. As Unni opens up, Anita sees Unni in a front crotch-open brown underwear. From legs to the thighs, Unni is really too hairy. Anita asks Unni to sit closer, while caressing her hands through Unni's thighs.
Unni, perhaps with excitement and desperation asks Anita's permission to open his underwear and let her see his ultimate hairy culmination... "Ma'am, I am more hairy up here... will I open it". Anita is in absolute directionless state, as she feels Unni's hands massaging her inner thighs and trying to move up,
cutting through the creamy cross of her thighs, the reclining position in which Anita is in. She says, at-least to stop Unni's exploratory hands for the moment, "Yes,... but... are you sure... ". As Unni opens up his underwear, not only Anita looks at the hairy stuff below the navel, but also at the thick and long penis.
Anita' s hand instinctively moves through the hair around the penis and touches the heated rod. As Anita has been slowly massaging the balls of the penis and jacking it to and fro, she has actually parted her legs and changed her position to have a better look at it. Now, Unni lifts the hem of her dress over her head to make Anita completely nude.
However, a mild objection from Anita in the form of murmur cannot be heard in midst of heavy breathing. Heavy boobs, with black bushy cunt have made Unni's penis more stiffer and thicker. With both hands, he has sucked through the dark, thick nipples, to make them grow longer.
Anita has by now, reclined her head on the hairy thighs of Unni and close enough to the penis to give it a gentle lick. At the same time, she has spread her legs wide for Unni's discovery. Anita has felt that Unni has parted the lips of her cunt and enjoying a lick at her Clit.
The clit of Anita is not only long but thick as well. The sensation at the clit, has made Anita to lick at the bulb of the penis for the first time.
This one is with a young maid we had working at my maternal uncle's house. Her name was Indu. She had started working at my uncle's place right from the young age of five; where they brought her up as though their own daughter. She was the same age as me, or a couple months younger to me, so we actually grew up together.
I used to visit my uncle's place very frequently because I loved my uncle and aunt very much and I was their pet too. During our school days, when I used to go to a convent and she was sent to one of the local schools, I vividly remember she used to wear those cheap quality uniforms. The uniform was of one top and a skirt.
The top was made of very thin white material thru which you could see her bra on the days she did not wear her petticoat underneath. And the skirt was of very rough khaki material and poorly stitched, letting it split in no time.
Many times I saw her getting to work in the house, while still in her uniform. Often in such cases, I'd be relaxing in the sofa watching TV while she came in the room to sweep and mop the floor. These were the times I used to get a peek of what's under her short school skirt. When she sat down, squatting as it is known, to sweep I would get a good glimpse of her panties.
She was a smart girl, and knew what I was relishing. In response she also used to make some or the other gestures to assure me that she is also finds me interesting. Silently we did fantasize each other but never could express the desire openly.
Perhaps we both waited for the right time to come. She was quite a cute girl by nature, yet was never able to express her desire for me, probably because she was complexed that she is a maid working for us. Knowing that she was also interested in me,
I took full liberty in adventures like exploring into her personal bags secretly in which there were these small plastic bags containing what I believe to be her old undergarments which she was not using any longer. Because they were old bras and panties I could get the smell of her body from it which made me want her there and then.
Some of those bras & panties I used to love shredding the stitches off and then imagining her wearing such torn ones. Later with all these well developed skills I started doing the same with her undergarments which were currently in use. She did get some hint that someone was reaching to her underwear and screwing them up.
But wasn't too sure who it was because even me she knew as a very decent boy. At the same time she did partly suspect me since I was the only young person in the house, whereas my uncle and aunt was a very sober couple. Now the fire between Indu and me was kindled.
Sometimes to make her sure that it is me messing with her underwear I would even spill my sperm onto it. This way she did get a clear indication from my side. Now she also started her traits on me. By now we had grown up into our 20s, leading a very close friendly relationship with that mischief in the eyes.
Similar to me, she also took full freedom of flirting with me in her own unique ways. In the nights there used to be only her and me watching TV till late hours. She occasionally sat in such an angle to give me a good view of her cleavage behind the few carelessly placed frontal hooks of the nighty. Hers were a remarkable pair of 34" fresh tits.
Since she had to wake up early for all the house work she would start dozing after 12am. In this condition her hand would slowly start creeping towards my toes. On one such occasion I also extended my foot to her thigh which was warm. It was touching her lightly and she didn't seem to mind.
On the contrary she turned towards the TV with back to me placing her warmer ass fully settled on my feet. I didn't need more indication to tell me that she was open to anything. Indu and I used to sleep in the drawing room where the TV was kept and uncle-aunt in their bedroom with their doors closed,
since they trusted that the two of us considered each other as brother and sister. Big mistake by uncle-aunt, but that's what gave Indu and me the freedom. I used to sleep on a sofa in the drawing room and Indu like any typical maid slept on a mattress on the floor, almost sticking to my sofa!
One night, after we had watched the TV for quite some time, she was fast asleep. I feasted my eyes on her body, unfortunately fully covered by a thin blanket. Yet I could see her boobs sticking up from below the blanket. I gently removed the blanket off her breast, to see her juicy pair still under the nighty.
Maybe they're always awake waiting for a hot occasion to occur. I slowly placed my left hand onto one of her tits. But in that dark light I could hardly tell where the nipple was. So with my fingers being more sensitive I tried to feel my way through. I could even feel the stitches on her bra as her nighty was of very thin material.
Another of those cheap road side kinds. Her choice of clothes was always in bright and spicy colours, red, green, orange, black, gaudy pink, etc. and mostly tight and undersize for herself. Treading my fingers along the stitches of the bra I reached her nipple which was harder than I expected, like a pin sticking up.
Slowly moved my hand onto the other tit. Now I was quite confident with navigating around on her body organs. With the help of my other hand also, I very carefully undid the only two existing hooks of her nighty, to give me a better view of her white, ordinary, half worn off, old bra. I did feel she was fully aware of what is going on and that she's willing for it too.
Only that she insisted on keeping her eyes closed, pretending the whole thing is a secret for me. No problem for me, I carried on confidently slipping my hand under her bra, getting the first feel of her tits. Soft, squeezable, and hot as cakes, these apples of hers seemed to be sweating with all the action taking place.
I stopped all my movements to judge her status, and felt her breathing pace increasing gradually, so much that in the next few minutes she was almost panting. I still waited for her to open her eyes so that the rest of the act could be cooperative.
The usually cute girl now seemed to be shy. Pulling my hand out of her bra I proceeded towards her navel area over the nighty as well as the which I had not yet removed from her body. Purposely I pinched her navel lightly to see if that woke her up. Not yet.
Then I reached for her prized portion, the pussy. I kept pressing the pussy with my fingers softly at first and gradually increasing the pressure. This she could definitely not resist and started moving her hands and legs wildly, still pretending asleep. Shit! I thought to myself. Why does she keep pretending so much when she also wants it as much as me?
Then I stopped being so careful, and decided to carry on the rest of the act with full command. First of all I removed the in one stroke. Her nighty and petticoat had risen till a little above the knees. She didn't mind my removing the bra, but knowing that the next target will be her petticoat, she slowly turned to the other side with her back to me.
Without hesitation I quickly flung the petticoat straight upto her ass where I felt her brand new panties. I kept full track of all her clothes including undergarments and knew when she wore what. These were her new pink panties if I'm not mistaken. I had no more patience to gently pull her whole nighty off over her head.
So I tiptoed to the bathroom, grabbed one my uncle's razor blades and returned to mercilessly rip the whole nighty off without bothering about the consequences. Just when I finished ripping the full nighty from her back side, she suddenly sat up glaring at me with her wide open beady eyes. I also looked her straight in the eye with no guilt.
We kept gazing at each other for quite some time during which I know she was trying to think of how to blame me. Finally she had to succumb to her own inner burning desire and smiled at me. She took both my hands and suggested that I remove the rest of the nighty which was still covering her frontal body.
I pulled her nighty fully off with a jerk, almost bruising her shoulders. This told her that I was tired of her drama. So then she herself stood up and placed herself in my lap. Now she was only in her petticoat and bra. I could really feel the heat of her body spreading over mine.
Once again she held my hands suggesting me to open the strings of her petticoat, as an indication of her apology. Accepting her apology I returned to my graceful techniques and she too was happy.Now I could look forward to more pleasant mutual love instead of me having to rape her, which I would have anyway if she hadn't agreed.
Because I knew what a horny bitch she was. I could feel her entire body bathed in sweat at a boiling point. Off with her petticoat, I could've dragged of her panties same time. But, no, I wanted to see her in the panties first, my fantasy image of her.
I made her stand up again to get her sexiest view in her rotten old bra and the brand new pink panty. I was right about her wearing the new panty tonight. I made her turn her back to me and I also stood up. Getting a good feel of her old but gold bra, unhooked it and then tied her hands with it. She giggled at this.
Once again I reached for the blade with which was going to rip her panty this time. She pleaded me not to rip these as they were brand new and that she could not afford to buy another one so soon with her little wages.
I assured her that I'd buy her a few imported pairs of undergarments the very next day. Obliged, she didn't stop me any further. Even the ripping of the panties I didn't want to finish immediately. I rubbed the edge of the razor blade over each single stitch of the panty. This move she found too irresistible and adored my skills in all this.
Now I started running the blade vertically all over the panty except its elastic which ran along her waist. Later ran the blade horizontally in many lines. At the end of this process her panty started falling in bits and pieces. She moaned in thorough desperation.
Finding it impossible to pretend anymore she turned around and hugged me very tightly almost squeezing my body, as this whole experience was also her life long fantasy. Then we fucked to no limits. Such incidents carried on frequently for a number of years until we both got married. We still meet once in a while to revive our childhood fantasies.
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