Date: Sat, 12 Nov 2011 09:03:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hairy Girlfriend (lesbian/adult youth, fetish, oral, anal,, f/F)

Warning:

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a
teenager and a woman.  If this type of content
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                Hairy Girlfriend
                       By
                      Jan

	I had just finished junior high school, and
wanted to work during the summer before starting
high school.  My father was the manager of the local
Bank of America, so when he happened to mention to
the owner of the local fast food restaurant that I
was looking for a summer job, he was obliged to
offer me a job, because my father held the
mortgage on his establishment.  I was unaware just
how much my father played a part in getting the job,
I was just told to apply for a summer job there.

	I was excited about getting my first job, so
that I could earn my own spending money.  I was
proud of my new uniform.  It was a brown dress with
yellow trim and the same colored cap.  I reported to
work bright and early.  I was introduced to my
fellow employees and given the tour of the place, and
given the safety lecture.  It was all very exciting to
me.  Most of the cooks were males, while the
counter staff was mostly girls, but everyone had to
learn every part of the operation.  It was a little
overwhelming at first, because there was so much to
learn.  I was exhausted by the time my shift was
over.  There was just so much to remember.  I was
doing good to remember the names of all of the
employees.

	I don't consider myself a beauty or anything
like that.  My hair is someplace between blonde and
brown, average length.  My features are nice but
certainly not movie star material.  As a fourteen
year old my breasts were still developing.  I just
figured that I was average looking.  That is not to
say that boy's didn't find me attractive, there were
several boys that flirted with me, but I was not n
the mood for a boyfriend, or a serious relationship.

	As I became familiar with my duties I became
more comfortable with my surroundings.  I chatted
with my fellow employees, and found out about their
personal lives in the course of our conversations.  I
picked up on the guys who were a little familiar and
stayed clear of them.  It was obvious which of the
girls were having sex with both fellow employees and
customers.  I was not a prude about sex, but had no
desire to get involved in such a relationship.  There
was one girl that was more or less shunned by the
other girls and guys.  It bothered me that she was
shunned because of her looks.

	She was a slender woman between 25 and 35
years old, named Maria.  I couldn't say what
ethnicity she was.  I'm guessing her family came
from anywhere from Turkey to around North Africa
to Spain, maybe even Gypsy.  She had an olive
complexion, and her hair and eyes were dark brown.
Her hair was coarse and very thick.  I'm sure her
thick eyebrows were what are called unibrows.  She
obviously plucked the hair right above her nose.  She
also had visible dark hairs on her upper lip.  The
staff did tease her, but she endured it graciously.  I
felt sorry for her, and went out of my way to
befriend her.

	I felt safe in her company, and enjoyed talking
to her about movies, history and school.  I invited
her to dinner after work regularly.  We were fans of
several movie stars, so it was natural that we make a
date to see the latest release of a movie starring
one of our mutual stars.  She was a pleasure to
watch a movie with, because she kept quiet during
the movie.  After the movie, we headed for a local
Starbucks for hazelnut latte.  We spent the time
discussing the merits of the movie we had just seen.
She invited me to her home, so that we could
continue our discussion.  I called my parents to ask
permission, and tell them where I would be.  They
had met Maria, and thought she was a nice young
woman.

	When we got to her home I found it to be a
very modest apartment.  It was simple and
utilitarian.  It was a far cry from the home of my
parents.  It was clean though.  She removed her
sweater, and for the first time I saw her bare arms,
and they were hairy.  She set about brewing a pot of
coffee, while I followed her around to continue our
animated discussion.

	When she brought the coffee pot and creamer
into the living area, and sat the pot on a hot plate.  I
helped by carrying in the cups and saucers along with
the sugar bowl.  We sat down on the couch next to
each other and poured and sweetened our coffee to
taste.  We tested them before we continued
discussing the relative merits of the acting and
message of the movie.  The small apartment was
soon heated up by our bodies.  We were both looking
for ways to cool off.  Maria removed her bolero top.
In doing so I saw her underarms for the first time.
I was surprised to see the amount of underarm hair
she had.  She had a thick patch of dark hair, and
when she lifted her arms the musky aroma was
strong.

	I just had to find a way of asking her why she
didn't shave her hair without offending her.  I
broached the subject by saying, "Maria, please don't
get offended, but I have to ask why you don't shave
unwanted hair like most women?"

	Maria closed her eyes, lowered her head in
thought before she answered my question.  Then she
said, "As soon as I reached puberty I developed a lot
of body hair, just like all of the women in my family.
I tried to pluck the hair to no avail, and it was
painful.  I shaved the hair, and it grew back bushier
and thicker.  I have never been the kind of girl that
attracts men, so why should I keep torturing myself,
trying to curry the favor of people that will always
make fun of me? I quit shaving completely after I
graduated from high school."

	There was something about her confession that
I understood to mean a tragic resignation that she
would not attract a nice male, and she would never
have a lot of close friends.  Her self-esteem was
almost nonexistent.  My heart almost broke listening
to the tone of her story, and seeing the expression
on her face...

	I put my arm around her shoulders and assured
her that I was her friend.  She rested her head on
my shoulder, and started crying softly.  I stroked
her hair, and found that her hair was as coarse as a
steel-wool pad.  It didn't take long before the
shoulder of my dress was soaking wet.  I was wearing
a summer yellow gingham sleeveless dress with a
tight bodice and pleated skirt.  The top was cut oval
and the back barely covered my bra.  She turned her
head and started kissing my neck.  It felt strange,
but I didn't resist.  When she kissed me on the
mouth, I could feel the stubble of hairs on her upper
lip.  I felt her right hand slide up my ribcage until
her fingers were rubbing the swell of my 34-C
bodice.  I felt my breasts respond.  Just when I was
starting to enjoy her playing with my tit she slipped
her hand under my arm and around my body to join
her left hand, so that she could unfasten the back
of my dress and bra too.

	She sat back and pulled the strap of my dress
and bra free of my breasts.  My breasts have a nice
shape, but my areolas look like swollen mauve caps on
top of my breasts, and the nipples are inverted.  I
had always thought women had protruding nipples.  I
wanted to cover them up with my hands, but Maria
wouldn't let me.  She bent her head down and
started licking and sucking my breasts.  She was
making all kinds of moaning sounds of pure pleasure.
When she lifted her head, she carried on about how
delicious my breasts were.  My hand was resting on
her back, because I didn't have the strength or will
to resist.  Everything I had been taught told me
that what she was doing was wrong, but it was so
nastily erotically exciting.

	Maria stood up, and pulled me to my feet.  I
felt like my legs were rubber, and unable to support
my body without clinging to her.  I had my hands on
her shoulders while she pulled my dress down over
my hips with a little effort.  I had on pantyhose over
hip hugger panties and T-strap cork wedge platform
sandals.  She pulled down the back of my hose and
panties below my butt, before she let me sit back
down.  I could feel the coarse texture of the
cushion pressing against my naked butt.  For some
reason, that made me feel even more naked than if
all of my clothes had been removed.  She slipped her
hand down the front of my hose and panties, until
her fingers found my trimmed pubic hair.  I almost
peed, because I was so excited.

	She stroked my little clit until I thought I was
going to die.  Then she withdrew her hand, and I
almost cried.  She slipped to the floor and unbuckled
my T-straps, removed my shoes, and then rolled my
hose down my legs, along with my panties.  I felt so
exposed sitting there naked, while she was fully
dressed.  I reached for her and pulled her back up
onto the couch next to me.

	She wanted to feel my body, and was
constantly commenting on how flawless and silky
smooth my skin was.  The tactual stimulation was
thrilling, and the compliments were music to my ears.
I felt a need to see her body too.

	I reached for the back of her dress, and
fumbled with the catch and the zipper on the back
of her dress.  When I was successful I pulled her
dress down her arms.  She also had on a full slip.  I
pulled the straps free of her shoulders.  As her
clothes slid down her body I took in the sight of her
whole body.  She had on a simple bra, and full
panties.  I was struck by the sight of her dark pubic
hairs visible well beyond the limits of her panty's
legs, and running up from the tops of her panties all
the way to her navel.  Her legs were not shaved
either.  When I got all of her clothes off I had not
expected to see a woman as hairy as she was.  I
could tell by the way she watched my reaction that
she was looking for disapproval or revulsion at the
sight of such a hairy woman.

	It was obvious to me that I was being tested.
She was wondering if I could measure up to her
expectations of acceptance.  The only way I could
demonstrate that I didn't care about whether she
was hairy or not.  I knelt before her slender hips and
clung to them as I moved my face close enough to
smell her aromatic odor.  It is impossible to describe
the odor of another woman's pussy if you haven't
smelled one before.  There in the musky odor of
moist flesh, urine, and meatiness beyond description.
I rubbed my face in her coarse pubic hair until my
face looked like I had rubbed my face with
sandpaper, and it was wet and reddish.  I used my
fingers to spread apart her labia, so that I could see
her vagina and clitoris.  I buried my face in the wet
folds of her open vagina.  I licked and tongue fucked
my first pussy.

	Maria let me do it to her until she grabbed the
back of my head and bucked her hips against my
face until I actually felt her fill my mouth with the
slimy juices of her pussy.  When her breathing
returned to normal, she allowed me to pull my head
away from her cunt.  She pulled me to my feet and
kissed me with such passion that I could not
breathe.  All I could smell was the odor of her pussy,
because my nose was filled with her juices.  Her
tongue invaded my mouth as if to scoop out her own
juices.  We wound up on the carpet, in a tangle of
arms and legs.

	I found myself professing my eternal love for
her.  She proclaimed her undying love for me as well.
We rested in each other's arms, but could not stop
making love to each other.  I sucked on her nipples
like a little piglet sucks the tit of a sow.  I found it
strangely exciting to feel the hairs ringing her
areolas under my tongue.  Maria was just as busy
finger fucking me.  She pulled on my pussy with her
finger, forcing me to straddle her head.  She pulled
my pussy down to her mouth.  She held my hips, and
forced me to rock back and forth.  In doing so my
clit, cunt, and asshole brushed across her tongue.  I
had to do something to please her too.

	I reached down for her pussy with one hand
and grasped one of her tits with the other.  I
rubbed her hairy cunt until all of her hair was wet
with her own juices, before I set about finger
fucking her.  She was like an animal being restrained.
It was a long and glorious duel to reach our climaxes
before the other.  I was gifted to be the first one
to cry out in satisfaction.  She soon followed me, but
her cries were muffled by my crotch.

	We even fell asleep in each other's arms.  I was
the first one to wake up.  I lay there watching her
naked body sleeping.  I had never appreciated the
beauty of the natural body hair before.  The smell
of her moist body hair filled my nose, and I could
smell her long after having made love to her.  The
evening eventually had to end.  I had to dress and go
home.

	When I got home I got ready for bed.  I
thought about bathing, but knew the soap and water
would wash away the odor of Maria.  I simply got
undressed and put on my nightgown.  When I went to
bed I could smell her odor all over me, but especially
on my fingers.  I just had to hold my index finger
under my nose while using my other hand to
stimulate my clitoris until I came.  I did it four
times before I fell asleep.

	It was kind'a funny to report to work the next
day after school.  I didn't know how to interact with
Maria.  As soon as I put on my uniform, and clocked-
in I greeted Maria with a hug.  Other than that we
were business like during or work shift.  When we
clocked out after cleaning up, she offered to drive
me home.  While she was driving me home we talked
about where our relationship was going.  I knew that
if my father ever found out that I would be
disowned.  I didn't want to end our relationship, but
I was struggling with a logical way to continue seeing
her without drawing suspicion.

	One evening while having dinner with my family
my father asked me about work and the people I
worked with.  I told him that I was learning a lot,
and the people I worked with were okay, but I felt
terrible about how people treat one woman we work
with.  When he asked about the problem, I told him
about Maria.  I explained that she was a woman that
has a lot of excess facial hair and on her arms.
People are cruel to her, because they say unkind
things to her face, and even talk about her, so that
she can hear what they are saying.  She is a nice
person, and I like her.  Would it be okay if I invited
her for dinner?

	Mom and Dad assured me that she would be
welcome anytime.  We discussed what evening would
be convenient.  I asked Maria after work to come
home with me to meet my parents.  She was
reluctant to do that, but I assured her that the only
way we could spend more time with each other was
for my parents to meet her, and for them to feel
comfortable with me spending so much time with an
older woman.  She relented and agreed.

	She drove me home in her old car.  It was at
least ten years old.  The paint job showed the scars
of parking lots.  The interior was worn and smelled a
little musty caused from water damage.  She knew I
came from a privileged family, but had no idea that
my father was so well off.  She almost turned
around when she pulled into the driveway, and saw
the house.  She even apologized because her old car
would leak oil on the driveway.  I practically had to
drag her out of the car.

	My parents greeted her warmly.  While we
waited for dinner Dad engaged her in conversation.
He found her intelligent.  He found out that she had
a secondary teaching credential in English and
History.  He asked her why she was working in a fast
food restaurant, and she told him that because of
the lack of governmental interest in truly educating
the populous, she had only worked in a high school
one year in ten since passing the board.

	Dad was a very conservative Republican, but
enjoyed the banter with her over political ideology.
For every political argument he defended, she could
bring up historical facts that proved his argument
was faulty.  She pointed out that the economic
problems we are suffering through now are identical
to the same problems that we experienced in the
1920's that led do the depression.  She predicted
that if we continue following the economic policies
we have for the past thirty years we will see another
world wide depression.  As much as they disagreed
with each other, by the time that evening that Maria
had to leave for home, they were friends.

	Dad confessed to me that he admired and
respected her.  I knew that he would trust her, even
though he didn't agree with her politics.

	I was able to spend a lot more time with her.
We even made a date to spend a weekend with each
other to visit her family.  It was a four hour drive to
travel upstate to visit her mother.  I was very
concerned about meeting her mother.  I wanted her
to like me very much.  Maria didn't tell me much
about her mother as a result I had no idea if her
mother even knew about her sexual preferences.

	Her father was deceased, and her mother lived
on a small retirement pension.  As a result we had to
share a convertible couch.  It was late Friday night
when we arrived, I didn't get to really talk to her
mother all that much.  It's obvious that Maria's
abundant hairiness came from her mother.

	She was a dark haired woman in her late fifties
or early sixties.  He face was every bit as hairy as
her daughters.  In her case, she really did have a
unibrow.  When she greeted me with a kiss, I felt
her mustache tickle my lip.  We were tired and
sleepy, so we agreed to go to bed, and get up early
to get better acquainted in the morning.

	After her mother retired to her bedroom,
Maria and I pulled out the convertible couch, and
made the bed.  We undressed each other and
cuddled up in each other's arms.  I just had to ask if
her mother was as hairy down there, as she grabbed
me by the crotch.  Maria chuckled, and told me to
ask her in the morning.  I could picture myself asking
such a question of the mother of my lover.  We were
both tired from the drive, but were also horny as
hell.  We just had to satisfy each other before we
could go to sleep.  We sucked each other's breasts
before we reversed positions to engage in a long
mutual act of oral sex on each other.  I did my best
to be quiet, but she did induce strong responses in
me, so some noises did escape.  Maria had no such
compunctions, and she was crying out and extolling
me with comments about my ability to please her.  It
made me nervous, because her mother could
probably hear us.  I don't even remember how many
times we made each other cum, but we eventually
fell asleep cuddled up in each other's arms.  We even
slept in late the next morning.

	The smell of cooking bacon, toast, and coffee
woke me up.  Maria had already gotten up.  She was
in the bathroom brushing her teeth.  When she
emerged all she had on was her hip hugger panties.
She was still brushing her hair.  I became aware
that my bladder was urging me to empty it.  I
scrambled out of bed, and put on my panties and the
tank top from yesterday, before rummaging through
my travel bag for my makeup bag.  I kissed Maria on
my way to the bathroom.  I sat down to pee while
pulling out my toothbrush and hair brush.  As soon as
I wiped I stood in front of the mirror to brush my
teeth.  I brushed my hair.  I was not comfortable
until I had applied my makeup.  When I emerged
from the bathroom Maria's mother called out that
breakfast was ready.

	Maria had made the couch up, and our blankets,
sheets and pillows were stacked in a chair.  She still
had not dressed, as she took my hand and led me to
the dining room.

	Mrs. Harris was dressed in a full length
bathrobe and bare footed.  She was setting the
table for the three of us.  She placed plates in front
of the two of us with fried eggs, broiled bacon,
buttered wheat toast.  She kissed both of us on the
cheeks, and then she brought her own plate, along
with a coffee pot.  She filled the three cups, and
asked me if I preferred sugar, artificial sweetener,
and artificial creamer.  I thanked her and chose to
sweeten my coffee with the French Vanilla artificial
sweetener.  While we ate, we carried on light
conversations.

	When we were finished eating Maria got up and
gathered up the dishes, and put them in the
dishwasher.  When she returned to the table, she
embarrassed the hell out of me when she announced
to her mother, "Aggie wants to know if your body is
as hairy as mine!"

	Mrs. Harris chuckled and came around the
table to stand in front of me.  She bent over and
kissed me on the mouth.  She said, "Honey...you can
ask me anything you like."

	I could see down the front of her robe, and
she did have nicely shaped breasts, and there were
some hairs between her breasts.  She stood up and
untied the sash, and the rode parted exposing her
naked body.

	There were hairs ringing her areolas just like
Maria.  If anything she was even more hairy than
Maria.  The trail of hairs between her breasts ran
down the middle of her body to her naval.  Then the
hair picked up below her navel, spread out and got
thicker on her pubic area.  The hair was dark and
thick enough to hide the opening of her pussy.  I saw
hairs spreading out down her legs.  About the only
hairless area were her feet.  As she let the robe fall
to the floor to gather around her feet, she turned
around to show me her back.  There were some hairs
under her shoulder blades and a little patch on the
small of her back.  The hair was thinner on the
backs of her legs from friction, but I could also see
some hairs peeking out from between the cheeks of
her ass.  I knew that she must have hair ringing her
asshole like Maria.  Truly she was hairier that her
daughter.

	When she turned around she asked, "Does that
answer your question?" with a smile on her face.

	I must have sputtered something dumb like, "I
guess."

	She bent over and kissed me on the mouth.
Her mustache tickled my face.

	She sat down on the chair next to me and
asked me, "Do you have any more questions I can
answer?"

	I had to ask, "You and Maria are so
comfortable about nudity.  How did the two of you
become so open about it?"

	Mrs. Harris said, "After my husband passed
away Maria became very close, we even started
sleeping together.  I had no idea that Maria had
been aware of my relationship with my women
friends.  She asked me if she could do to me what
she had seen my women friends do to me.  After I
got over the shock that she had actually seen me
making love to my girlfriends, I figured why not.
Maria and I have been lovers ever since.  I assume
that you are her girlfriend now!"

	Her statement of the facts took me by
surprise, but I admitted that I was in love with
Maria.

	With that she took my hand and placed it
between her legs.  I felt the moist hairs as my
finger slipped between the wet folds of her labia.  I
was shocked by her bold move.  I didn't know what to
do.  She was holding onto my wrist.  When I didn't
move my hand, she started pulling my hand in and out
of her hairy cunt.  Her comment was, "Come on baby,
the two of you were making so much noise last night
that it turned me on so much that I must have
frigged myself four or five times before I could get
to sleep!"

	That bit of information increased my
embarrassment even more.  The picture of Mrs.
Harris finger fucking her pussy repeatedly half of
the night was both nasty beyond words and erotic
too.  I was continuing to finger fuck her pussy while
she was talking, because she had hold of my wrist,
and pulling and pushing on my wrist.  While she was
doing that, Maria had moved behind me, and was
pulling my tank top up to expose my tits, so that she
could play with them.  She showed off my young
breasts to her mother.  She was cupping both of
them while playing with my nipples.  Her mother
moved closer to me by stepping between my legs, and
lifted one of her heavy breasts, and fed me her
nipple.  I couldn't believe what was happening, but it
felt so damned good I was not about to protest.

	Mrs. Harris knelt between my legs, and
struggled with pulling my hip hugger panties from
under my butt.  After she pulled them clear of my
feet she held the crotch to her nose, and smelled
the odor of my pussy and ass.  She looked up at
Maria and proclaimed, "She smells absolutely
delicious!"

	Her comment was both embarrassing and sexy
to me.  Maria was still playing with my tits, while she
was resting her own breasts on my shoulders.  It was
like my head was resting in a warm fleshy pillow.
Mrs. Harris started spreading the lips of my pussy in
preparation for sucking my pussy.  She teased me by
blowing air on my clitoris, before she licked my gash
from asshole to clit.  I was a quivering bowl of jell-O
before I cum.

	They had to help we stand up, because I was
too weak to stand on my own.  They guided me to
Mrs. Harris' bedroom.  I scanned my surroundings
quickly.  It was a cluttered woman's bedroom,
because clothing was scattered around the room.
There was a slip draped over a corner of her vanity
dresser mirror.  There were several pictures on the
walls and on end tables.  They were of Maria and
Mrs. Harris.  The one that caught my eye was a
picture of the two of them naked and playing with
each other's hairy pussies.  They placed me on her
bed, and joined me.  Mrs. Harris assumed a passion
at the head of the bed with her back against the
headboard.  She spread her legs, and asked me if I
would like to taste her pussy.  In answer to her
question I knelt between her legs and buried my face
in her wet pussy.  She smelled even stronger than
Maria, if that were possible.  She stroked my hair
while I lapped and sucked on her pussy.  While I was
doing that Maria was behind me.

	Maria spread the cheeks of my butt, and licked
my asshole.  That was so exciting, that I started
quivering all over again.  While I was recovering from
another climax Mrs. Harris drenched my mouth with
her pussy juice, as she climaxed too.

	I had to rest after that.  I was cradled in Mrs.
Harris' arms and Maria was pressed against my
backside.  Mrs. Harris eventually asked Maria,
"Honey could you find something to do for a few
hours while I get to know your girlfriend even
better?"

	Maria said, "I can do a little shopping!"

	With that Maria got up and kissed me on the
lips and said, "Enjoy yourself baby while I'm gone!"

	I heard her getting dressed, and the sound of
the front door closing, moments later I heard the
car leaving.  I lay there in Mrs. Harris' arms, feeling
the beat of her heart.

	Mrs. Harris said, "Now...first don't call me Mrs.
Harris anymore.  My name is Melisa.  I wanted to
have the pleasure of making love to you alone for
awhile.  With that she rolled me onto my back.  She
spent a long time feeling, licking and inspecting my
body from head to toe.  She produced a strange
collection of sex toys.  She picked up a string of five
beads that were the size of ping pong balls and stuck
the first ball in her mouth to get it wet.  Then she
lifted my legs up curling me up in a ball, so that my
butt was up in the air.  She took the first bead and
pressed it against my little asshole until it popped in.
Slowly she inserted each of the remaining balls into
my asshole.  I gave me a strange feeling back there.
She bent down and started licking my cunt and clit
wildly.  Just as I was starting to get close to
cumming she pulled one of the beads out of my butt.
I started to cum, with each bead being pulled out
sent me into another quivering, breathless climax.
When she let me stretch out on the bed I felt like I
was numb and unable to move any limb.  My heart
was pounding a mile a minute.  It felt like I was
about to faint.  But Melisa was not finished using me
at all.

	She sat on my face, covering my nose and
mouth with her wet hairy pussy like her cunt was a
gas mask.  She virtually smothered me until I had to
struggle to turn my head to catch a breath.  Then
she turned my head back up by my hair and
smothered me again.  She was getting off rocking
her hips back and forth rubbing my nose with her
cunt and asshole.  She picked up a dildo that was
battery powered, with silicone nubs covering the
length of it.  It also had a silicone finger on top that
rammed against my clit with every thrust.  I still had
to struggle to catch a breath.  At least with her
bent over using the dildo on me it was only her cunt
covering my mouth.  My nose was free to breath.
The proximity of her asshole filled my nose with the
fragrance of her asshole with every breath.  I lost
all relationship with time it could have been minutes
or hours as far as I knew.

	When I heard the front door open I looked at
the clock on the bedside table and saw that three
hours had passed.  As Melisa climbed off of me I
felt a cool draft of air sweep over my body.

	Maria entered the room with a big grin on her
face.  She asked, "Did the two of you become close
friends?"

	Melisa said, "I'm in love with your girlfriend.
I'm going to have to visit the two of you often from
now on."

	All I can say is that I was both exhausted and
regretful that the weekend had to end.  I slept most
of the way home.  I looked forward to future visits
with Melisa.  I don't know how I kept my relationship
with Maria from my parents.  When school was in
session I couldn't work, but I found ways to visit
Maria.  I managed to even continue my relationship
with her through college.  It came as a big shock to
my parents when I graduated and announced that I
was in love with Maria, and intended to live with her.


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