From: queenteen@aol.com (Queenteen)
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Subject: Math analysis (mm 1/1)
Date: 21 Jun 1995 04:04:29 -0400
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Math Analysis

You sit across from me, completely devoid of any thought, oblivious to ev
erything around you.  You black flaxen hair falls into your face and with
out knowing it you leave it there.  All the while, these ten seconds, com
pletely unbeknownst to you, I had sex with you.  Your hair mussed, you
sweated out every article of clothing you were wearing.  Your muscles
rippled under the poorboy body tee I let you borrow because I knew how gor
geous you would look in it.  As I rode you like a deranged maniac, lifting
my buttocks of your tensing thighs, I bit just slightly too hard into the
olive-toned neck; just breaking the skin and releasing from you a barely
noticeable scream.  The hair that fell into your face now filters the
hazel-green light of you eyes, stoking this passion that has welled up in
side me.  In the final moment, I burst onto your exposed chest, letting it
fall finally onto your erect, slightly over-swollen nipples.  I lick it
off, even further torturing your nipples with my teeth, bringing forth an
eruption from you so powerful, I feel it still this second.
 "sinalpha cosbeta-cosalpha sinbeta.  Thank you Mr. Prove-.. uh. Mr.
Teachermanperson typething."  God, I love math.




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