Kid’s games, shocks and emotions

Through the window of his fare pinex [modest Polynesian house], you could see the beautiful Mareva, his older sister. She was a year older than us and it had not escaped us that her nascent titis were surreptitiously pointing under her blouses which had not followed the hormonal surge.

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