And then seeing the way in which Aislinn had blossomed into womanhood, oh my God! Every time I did see her, I had to fight against staring at her chest, finding meself assessing how her breasts seemed larger with each time, me eyes were involuntarily drawn to them, the shape of them protruding under her garment, as though they called out for me, me hands longed to know the feel of them, to knead them, me mouth hungered fer the lusciousness I knew was contained there. After all, the first time— and each time thereafter— that I found pleasure by me own hand, me arousal had been provoked by thoughts of her, mere imaginings of the mesmerizing curves of her body which even the loose-fitting garments with which she covered herself did little to hide. If she were to know the debauched musings of her which me mind entertained, surely she would have thought me the filthiest scalawag. Likely she would have told me to be gone from her sight and never spoken to me again. Nonetheless, please do not be misguided as to me feelings fer Aislinn. While me attraction to her was indeed unparalleled, the pure love which filled me heart fer her was even more yet. From the first time I laid eyes upon her, even from afar, I was intrigued by her unmistakable spirit. Then, years afterwards, when I was introduced to her fer the first, even though she was exceedingly gawky, still I was instantly besotted by her presence.
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