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  1. It was 2015. I was 20, single, and horny. I recently broke my laptop due to whipping my dick furiously across the screen, but I knew it was time. Time to get outside. Time to understand that there is more to life then furiously masturbating to pixels on a screen. There was only one cure to this: and it was the tightest, sexiest, and the tiniest of them all. I have the quench for minors.
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  3. 7:00 AM, Laval, Quebec.
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  5. I've reached my first target. I park my car to the curb nearby his house, looking around for anybody watching. None. Getting out of my car, i look over. There it is. Gabidou's front driveway. I slowly walk over to the front door and ring the doorbell, running the moment i touch it. Now I'm in the backyard, looking for a door. There isn't one, but there is a hatch underground. I open it up with my hands with little effort. This place obviously isnt that protected.
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  7. Going in the cellar, the house looks pretty good. Filled to the max with a pool table, a coffe table, a giant sofa and a flatscreen, all in a small area. This will be an amazing place to fuck, I already know it. Finding the stairs, i slowly walk up to it. There isn't anyone in sight. Hopefully the kid is home alone. Seeing that the coast is clear, i walk over to the stairs that lead to the second floor, which is beneficially put right next to the cellar stairs. This will be a cakewalk.
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