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Faye the teen whore

I met Faye for the first time in almost ten years when I picked her up at the airport. Gone was the prissy, almost pompous little brat she’d been. The girl, no, woman, I met was tall, graceful, and had a body most centerfolds would kill for. At sixteen, Faye stood 5’11”, and weighed 145 pounds, and not a gram of it was out of place. She measured 38-24-36, and had already learned to dress to accentuate her height and her build. She spotted me as soon as she came out of the skyway and...

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