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sample porn zoo "pornzoo" story:

 Because he was an absolute fox.
     He was a little under six feet tall and had this light brown hair, 
except for a -- can you believe it? -- red forelock and had these really 
light hazel eyes and a cute face and what a damn built he had on him! 
He'd picked up his suitcases from the conveyor belt as if they'd been 
empty; when Jeanne and I tried to help we nearly got ruptured. Even Dad 
couldn't lift one of them that easily!
     All the way back from the airport we made small talk, and he was 
always completely in control. When we passed Route 23 and I leaned over 
(supposedly) to point to the new bowling alleys (and not incidentally 
press my boobs into his arm) he just gave me a quick glance and a funny 
little half-smile and I wanted to cross my legs 'cause I was getting so 
wet down there.
     By the time we'd reached the house, Mom had already told him I was 
having some friends over for a slumber party (heh) and since Dad was on 
midnight shifts and she tired out early, he agreed to watch over us 
kids (double-heh) that night.
     All was in readiness.
     I brushed my teeth twice and showered and then gargled and showered 
again and generally made myself as clean as possible. Then I doused 
myself with Windsong and paraded around the house after dinner in my 
swimsuit bottoms and a tee-shirt and nothing else and told him I hoped 
he didn't mind watching us, et cetera, and found every excuse I could to 
lean against him.
     At seven, my friends started arriving and at eight he had finished 
calling all the aunts, uncles and cousins he had to touch base with. At 
nine, my brothers were sent to bed and Jeanne, pleading weariness, sacked 
it. Alexis was out on a date and Mom was fading fast. At ten, Dad was 
dressed and ready to leave for work (he always got to work early; Dad was 
a Depression baby and believed in showing up very early) and Mom was 
fighting to stay awake.
     At ten-thirty, it was four of my friends and me and my phantom 
step-brother, who was sitting at the dining room table, reading a 
paperback and scarfing down peanut butter sandwiches.
     At eleven, I sprung my trap. I pulled a chair away from the table 
and sat facing him.
     "Yes?" he asked, looking up from his PB&Js and his book.
     "Antisocial?"
     He grinned and closed the book. "Meaning?"
     "Come in and talk to us. Lisa's here, y'know...

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