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I was raised by a single, working Mother and it was Summertime, 1962 in Northern Indiana. She felt there should be someone taking care of the house while she was working.
The 18 year old she selected was a neighbor’s daughter. As I recall, she was not particularly good looking, but had a very supple and mature well developed body. Her name was Sheri.
I had already begun to masturbate, usually with a nice pair of nylon briefs.
The first couple of weeks with Sheri were uneventful. But, in the third week some unusual things began