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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 10:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 10:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 10:44 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 10:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 10:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 10:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 11:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 11:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 6:00 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 6:08 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 6:12 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 6:21 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 6:25 am
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Iago closed his eyes, still flushed. He could see, in his mind's eye, the very same fantasy...walking up behind her...he wraps his arms around her...she gives a bit of a squeak of surprise, then starts to try and get out of his arms, almost shouting at him...and then she stops, and her expression softens, and she rests her head against his chest...he opened his eyes again, the fantasy fading. "Not many...mostly small variations on that, or other fantasies of being with you...sometimes of us bedding, other times of us simply being together." he said.
[brb]
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 6:33 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 6:47 am
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