#355032 - She had budding little bitch tits and not a sign of any body hair, which, Willow suspected just from looking at the newly realised girl, that she must be on a cocktail of testosterone blockers and hormones. Louise pursed her lips, “Oooh Willow, you think me some kind of dishonest lady?” Willow simply giggled and shrugged her shoulders, “Well?” “Pfft… As it happens,” she started in a sing-song voice, “It was two nights before I first picked up this doe, if you must know!” she said, mirth in her voice, speaking between husky pants, she was drawing close, she had been at it much longer than Willow, after all. They speculated about what he’d ended up doing but with no information they talked about hair and clothes and took pictures of themselves all throughout the night instead, lavishing in the company of friends long parted.
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