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Monday, January 23rd, 2012

Rebeca’s eyes again opened and focussed on the pole before her.
Her fingers tightened around me, and her strokes increased in
length.  I could feel her quick, warm breaths on the tip of my
phallus and the small drop of my fluid that she had harvested.
Lorena’s free hand went to the back of Rebca’s neck, and slowly
pushed it forward.  The girl’s barely parted red lips collided
softly with my red-capped tip, resting there without moving.  I
felt the young maid’s tongue tip lightly probe at the small slit
at the end, dipping at the milky substnace.  Opening her mouth
further, the young girl lapped lightly, pulling her tongue back
into her mouth to savor my essence, and then emerging again.
Rebeca required no further prodding. Hungrily, her mouth
captured more of the cap, dragging her sweet lips back to the tip
in a steady motion.  Soon, she was capturing the full cap and
drawing part of my broad shaft into her warm, wet maw.
Lorena continued her right hand’s prodding of Rebeca’s young
pussy, but now had moved her left down the front of her own robe,
and was stroking herself out of my vision.

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Monday, November 10th, 2008
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Without even putting my cock back in my pants, I walked to the end stall. I gently peered through the crack in the doorway and there sitting on the toilet seat was the cutest little blonde I had ever laid eyes on. How she got there will continue to be a mystery but let's get back to things at hand. She was sitting there with her dress pulled up and she had a large cucumber in her right hand that she was slowly pumping in and out of her wet crack. Her eyes were closed and she was so far into her encounter that I really didn't want to make myself known. I stood there for what seemed to be an eternity.

My Personal Dating Story

Sunday, August 5th, 2007

Archive-name: Dreams/acguy.txt
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Archive-title: AC Guy

My childhood was not your normal, typical childhood. As most kids were
chumming around with others, I ended up spending most of my time at
home, or with my dad or uncles. Interestingly enough, I went a number
of times with my dad to his favorite hang-out; a friend of his operated
a gas station that was frequented by truckers. So, by the age of 13, I
had been exposed to every known word in the book, along with stealing
some glances at the magazines that they had there. Seemed like some of
them used used “F*ck” for every other word coming out of their mouths.
Needless to say, this left me with an idle curiousity of women as a
whole.

As I grew older, my dad started taking me on jobs with him; he ran an
air conditioning business on the side. One of his clients was the
apartment complex next to the high school I was going to. I’d go with
him on these jobs, helping him out with the ladders, installing Freon,
swapping out compressors, etc. Occasionally, we’d have to go into the
apartments to make sure that the air conditioner would kick on and cool
down the apartments.

Well, one day there was a problem with the air conditioner in apartment
#2301. Needless to say, since it was a saturday, I went with dad to
help him. We’d went to the apartment manager’s office to get the work
order, and then proceeded to the apartment. When we got there, we found
that there was a leak on the roof, and that it would require only a
small soldering job, along with filling up the unit with more Freon.
After doing this, we went down to the apartment itself, and knocked on
the door. A woman, I’d say in her late twenties, answered the door. We
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