Yeehawfreesex
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Twelve years ago, back East. Had been checking out the back pages of the local alternative weekly for a while, determining if this was something I wanted to get into.
Finally saw an ad advertising a Swedish girl doing CBJ for .6 I called up, arranged the appointment, and got over there. I still remember
- the feeling of nervousness (what'll it be like? what am i supposed to do?)
- her pussy hairs growing in after being shaved
- the late afternoon sun spilling through the window of the apartment
- best of all, the intense feeling accompanying the orgasm of my first BJ. It was like the sun bursting within my chest...
Wow. The good old days!
Finally saw an ad advertising a Swedish girl doing CBJ for .6 I called up, arranged the appointment, and got over there. I still remember
- the feeling of nervousness (what'll it be like? what am i supposed to do?)
- her pussy hairs growing in after being shaved
- the late afternoon sun spilling through the window of the apartment
- best of all, the intense feeling accompanying the orgasm of my first BJ. It was like the sun bursting within my chest...
Wow. The good old days!