The last time I saw her – which was also the first time I saw her – she was shooting for a film. I have no idea which one, nor do I remember where it was. What I do remember is the desire that she triggered off in my heart and in my loins. Looking at her in a blouse and long skirt, her breasts pushing firmly against the cotton fabric of her top, held back securely by her bra, I remember wanting
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