store sex

“Come with me.” I grab you by the hand, pull you down the street. “Where are we going?”you ask. “You’ll see…” A few moments later, I take you into a large department store. Two flights up the escalators, a turn to the left, then we stop in front of a not- overly-large box-shaped object. On its side are strips of photos, and a large name imprinted on it–QuikPrints. You look at me quizzically. “I want some snaps of us,” I reply to your unasked question. “Oh.” You shrug, then enter the small cubicle. I get...

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