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| Readjusting on the table, Rimmerman had me move to the end of the exam table, and he was touching me in ways that no identical else perpetually has. Pulling me close to his body, and I didn't know what was going to happen. Rubbing and exciting my balls 'round, he asked me to hold them up while he inspected down below. How in the world, the touching was starting to feel solid, and I didn't really want him to know that. |
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