Let’s call her Sara. We spoke to her for a while. She appeared to be very humble and a well-spoken lady, and of course, really inspiring.She watched... our performance, gave an advise or two and congratulated us on putting up a good show. We were about to leave for the changing room when the lady stopped me and asked me if I was not in a hurry and can meet her for a while. I politely agreed and went to her room.When I reached her room, I saw her talking to the three girls who were teaching us.. " Me too, wanna do it?" I look up surprised. She winks at me. I nod at her. I stand to leave but I don't get very far. As soon as I stand she attacks me. She pushes me up against the wall. Her lips mash to mine. I feel the gaze of everyone in the class. It takes me a minute, but I finally begin to return her passionate kisses. Her tongue is in my mouth and we play. The teacher, Mrs. K, says something but I can't comprehend it. My hands begin to roam under her shirt and I push off from the wall. "Yes, our whole family does, but Sean and I are the strongest," I answered. "Do both of you sisters share it?" Yes." Anna answered."Sean, touch Sara's hand," I told him. They were both staring at us. Sean reached out and put his arm around Sara's waist."That's not her hand, Bro!" I told him, but could see their shock at the touch."Did ... did you have the same reaction that we ... we just had?" Sara asked hesitantly after a few seconds."Yes, we did," I assured her."I never felt anyone else as. “The rare books that you want to see are on the next level down. Isn’t it funny how your rare book collection is on stilts six stories above ground and ours is buried three stories below? We’re really worlds apart!”They were worlds apart in more ways than the locations. Maddie’s collection of rare books was carefully acquired from estates and wealthy families, sometimes from churches, or other universities. Each purchase was deliberate and evaluated both before and after the transaction. Most.
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