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I was getting close to that horrible old age of 30 and it had been a long time, a long, long time, since my tongue had tasted a teenager, especially one that was that young and pretty. Should I have tried to tell her what happened? Would it be better coming from me than her mother? After several butt white woman minutes I heard footsteps in the hall and then