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He giggled as she’d kissed him again, and then again, wherever she could on his face: his cheeks, his nose, his cute ears. Anywhere but where he wanted most. Soon, his giggles began to turn into hysterical laughter. “Hey. Hey! Darling!” he squealed, “mmmmmph. No fair,” he cried, as he blushed from Lisa’s storm of affection – yet it was also torture.

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