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I really don't kiss
girls like that, it is
not proper. But
that much sex energy
needs—well sex of
some sort,
even if
just a kiss, to
transfer. I hope I didn't
shock you."
I stood
staring, speechless.
Emelda noticed
the tears on my
face and then my
dress. "Sally, I'm okay,
really."
She took my hand. "I'm sorry, you must have been beside
yourself with worry at my
state and my atrocious behavior."
I
threw my
arms around her.
"Emelda," I stammered, "
Thank goodness you
are okay. I was so worried. I couldn't
get you to stop
dancing or to
talk to me. I thought I had messed you up
forever. I thought this dress might
snap you
back right, but it
didn't. I
don't
care if you kiss me. I mean, I would kiss your
ass if you
wanted me to; I
think your ass is
hot,
and anyway, I
came so
hard when you
kissed me that I'm
sure going to be sore
tomorrow." I stopped, realizing that perhaps too much information may
have already been
communicated.
Emelda
laughed and returned my embrace. "
Baby sweet cheeks, you
say the
strangest things.
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