"Have a light?" I asked him. He smiled and patted his lap, so I sat there tentatively and held out my smoke. He lit it and eyed me as I took the first drag. Saying nothing, he bent and started to kiss my neck. There's a quality in these home grown American boys. A scent of Tide from his laundry and Abercrombie cologne. They never grow up,
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Yummy!
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