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"I'm eighteen, ma'am," he collected gently, "I'll be nineteen in five more months!" Turning tail and running into the bathroom, she squeezed herself down on the bed for a pitiable cry until she was finally over come with oozed sleep! "I don't know mommy," Jacqueline coursed in her best long mom's voice, "I-I think it's inside of my vagina, but it's just all over down there!"