Growing up with a best friend

Paul my best friend since I was twelve seemed a little, no a lot odd to me. Always talking about sex as most thirteen-year-olds do. I think he was trying to gauge how interested I was. hmm. Regardless one-day mom was in our bathroom and spotted this. Oh, my word I can’t believe he left it out. Since I was the only one around, she asked me about it. Of course, Paul was my best friend so I did the best I could.

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