by Jill B. Wilde

[1st Potential Lover: 'Come To Momma, Sweetheart]

When I look at him, all I see is a hot ass and a baby face and a young body I can pin under mine. Could teach him a thing or two. Oh yeah, I wanna teach him every little thing.

[2nd Potential Lover: You'd Love To Help Me With My Lines, I Know]

He's funny, and shy. I think he wants me.

Oh, yeah. He definitely wants me.

[3rd Potential Lover: Maybe Just A Photograph. It's Such A Funny Face.]

What a strange little boy. I don't like him.


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