The Model Yacht


“It’s beautiful,” I said. Didn’t know what else to say. The wind rattled the corrugated iron roof, and, in the semi-darkness, an enormous bahis siteleri model yacht.”It belonged to my Grandfather,” she said. The canlı bahis siteleri sun shone in from a tiny hole in the wall. I pulled canlı bahis up my top, and the spot of sunlight glowed on my tummy.We did it on the ground, beside the boat. We were only sixteen, half-naked, pale little bodies, all stretched out on the stone floor.Afterwards, we kissed, not really knowing why. But I tasted myself on your lips. That was the first time.   

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