I have no basis for comparison. I've never had a near-beer and the only cousin I went down on was actually a step-cousin. We were both 16, she had a smokin hot bod and we had the whole barn to ourselves . . .
I'm a crack-ho lazy mom who vacillates between feelings of inadequacy and delusions of grandeur. I am not bothered by kid snot, garlic breath or Bob Dylan's voice. But pinch me with your toes and I will probably kill you.
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I have no basis for comparison. I've never had a near-beer and the only cousin I went down on was actually a step-cousin. We were both 16, she had a smokin hot bod and we had the whole barn to ourselves . . .
So what compelled you to craft this comparison?
She was my real cousin and as much as I drank, I couldn't catch a buzz.
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