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Masturbation ain't what it used to be, this I know because
my uncle told me several times while I sat on his lap when I was little. He would just smile, putting his hand on my knee
socks and rolled them down slowly exposing my ankles. My ankles were his main objective. Because as a child he'd never been allowed
to play with Kermit the frog and that explained his phobia to
putting red things next to black things, but now everyone was left wondering how he was going to look climing naked out of the cupboard covered head to toe in
red sequins & diamonds. Just like Liberace.
