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16, so was she. It was a joke, on the cement in a park shelter. I was scared shitless, kept looking around for people. Didn't even know how to kiss. She even stopped during making out to eat a Reeses PB cup and smoke, because she was drunk and probably bored. She was the biggest slut, and practically took it from me. That was 1987. I think it lasted 30 seconds, and I was too naive to even feel bad about that! I remember saying I'm done, are you? Like a girl comes that quickly! I had SO much to learn, it's kind of embarrassing. My next gf taught alot, though.
Glad those days are long gone! (also glad she is gone)
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