The Hairdresser

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 When I was in High School, there was this girl, I’ll call her Carol.  She had a deep voice, a full body and legs all the way up to her neck.  She lived a short distance from my grandparents, and since sometimes I would have to go to their house on the way home, I would ask her if she minded if I walked with her.  I would try to walk behind her as much as possible to get a view of her great ass under her always tight skirts.

 In our senior year, we shared the

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