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Angie lived across the street from my wife and I. She was 18 when she was married and was now 19 years old. I don’t know how. Her husband was almost always gone. And she was a wild one. Not having the chance to be an average teen, Angie was ready to be wild at any given moment. The first time I met her, my wife sent me over to borrow a couple of cigarettes one evening. Angie was a knockout, with long blonde hair and ample size tits. She was wearing sweat pants and...

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