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From:  "Jan Miller" <janmiller@truthbythebuckett.com>
Subject:  For Bob
Date:  Sat, 24 Dec 2005 14:32:01 -0500
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>It was cold as we made our way to Jefferson�s neighborhood diner. We walked arm in arm, my boots sliding occasionally on the wet snow and ice. Jefferson pulled out a hat and smashed it down over his ears. �Damn,� I thought, �why are we out here? It�s fucking freezing! Oh, right, because we�re fucking starving.�
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>The manager smiled as we entered the joint, leading us to a booth dressed with paper placemats. We didn�t even look at the menus.
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>�I�d like a cheeseburger, medium well, French fries and a coke.�
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>�And I�ll have the cheeseburger deluxe with bacon and swiss, onion rings and coffee, please�
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>We handed the menus over, smiling at each other. Our conversation consisted mostly of play-by-plays from the lunchtime gathering, peppered with a few of the choice exclamations that Mike had written in his post-jerk email. Turns out he'd had a very, very good time.
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>When the food arrived we reverted to autopilot: pickles and cole slaw changed places.
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>We dressed our burgers and devoured our food.
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>Jefferson recited some favorite riddles of Lillie�s: What has eyes but can�t see? A potato! What kind of flower can talk? A tulip!
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>I was swinging my legs under the table and realized that it was supported by two legs underneath.
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>�This is superfluous, no? It�s a small table! Why does it need two supports?�
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>�So that I can bring my kids here and say, 'Children, do you know what has two legs and can�t walk? This table!'�
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>a-hahahahahahaha! That�s the spirit, baby. Take the inane jokes and make 'em your own.
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>We finished eating. Somehow it didn�t occur to either of us to ask for the check or, once we�d gotten it, to stand and leave. We just sort of sat there grinning.
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>On the walk home we passed several people out walking their dogs. Mostly small dogs. Mostly wearing coats and boots.
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>�Ugh, that makes me totally crazy.�
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>�You have an opinion about dressing dogs?�
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>�I have an opinion about treating dogs like babies. The clothes, the little carrying bags, the fucking doggie-snuglis� they are DOGS.�
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>�Do you also have an opinion about doggie Halloween costumes?�
>�Fuck, man, don�t even get me started��
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>"What about baby Halloween costumes?�
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>�You mean, like, those little pea pod costumes? Ack�listen, I don�t mean to sound like a negative bitch, and I get the baby stuff to an extent (Because when else is your child gonna let you dress them up as a legume?), but the whole glamour dog thing is just out of control. It�s just more evidence of gross American consumerism. I find it tedious and stupid. Blech.�
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>�Well, who knew you�d have such a strong opinion?!�
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>�Yeah, that�s really the only opinion I have. You know that I don�t read papers or watch TV or speak with adults, so this is really all I am equipped to discuss.�
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>�Dork.�
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>�Weinie.�
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>Back home we had a few hours to kill before leaving for the concert. Jefferson poured bourbons and we got comfortable on the bed to watch a DVD he�d been sent: Gay Sex in the Seventies. It�s a documentary about gay culture in New York from Stonewall until AIDS erupted in 1981, using interviews and footage from the period of �cruising,� bath houses and clubs.
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>What is it about gay men that fascinates me so much?
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>I think it�s the attitude which was fostered by the Stonewall riots in 1969. Gay men were still living in an in-between world of passing and nondisclosure until then. Codespeak, looks and gestures served to identify one to another as �bent.� Until suddenly, being gay became less a personal issue and a more political one. Reveling in this new freedom, their collective nose was thumbed at society�s preconceived notions. Freedom to live as they wanted, to love and fuck whomever they wanted became an matter of pride and entitlement. No, promiscuity in the gay community was not a new phenomenon, but with this invigorated sense of community came a sense of pride in living the life they wanted. I get it.
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>We watched as the interviewees reminisced about the Christopher Street Baths, the Westside piers and trucks, gay clubs and parties. Their memories were interspersed at times by thoughts of lovers lost, of orgies missed, of relationships formed.
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>When the movie ended we talked about its merits and shortcomings. My head had started to ache; not enough food, maybe? Too long between meals? Sinuses? Damn it, I didn�t need a headache tonight. I pressed on some acupressure points and massaged my temples.
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>The clock read nearly seven PM. We had to be at the theatre by eight. I went to the bathroom, took two Tylenol, dusted my face with powder and put on mascara. It�s about as much makeup as I can stand. While Jefferson shaved I stepped into stockings and a strapless black Lycra slip.
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>�I think you should wear just that,� he joked.
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>�Ha! Are you saying you have a Lycra fetish I don�t know about?�
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>He just grinned and pulled a black suit from the closet.
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>I padded to the back bedroom where I�d hung my dress. As I fastened the strap behind my neck I returned to check on Jefferson�s progress. I peeked around the corner, hiding in the doorway. He was changing his shirt. Damn, he looked handsome.
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>I have a thing for men in suits. More specifically, I have a thing for the dressing ritual a suit requires. I love seeing the pieces building upon each other, culminating in the jacket being swung around the shoulders, the shrugging and collar straightening/head turning/tie knotting.
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>I love a man dressed in a suit.
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>He caught me watching him. I smiled, �You look hot.�
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>�Whoa, look at you�you clean up real good. Lemme see.�
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>I turned slowly, his eyes traveling down the halter with the sheer fabric covering my shoulder blades to the fluted hemline just past my knees... around and up to the deep neckline which, had I worn a demi bra, would have been swelling. Instead, the barest trace of soft flesh was visible: an understatement. My preference.
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>He whistled, �Very nice, darling.�
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>�Thank you. Now, for the accessories.�
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>I put on my shoes: black slingbacks with a kitten heel, and held up two necklaces. The first was bold: a slim collar from which hung a hammered silver and bronze medallion surrounding a large slice of jasper. This is the piece that draws attention to itself; the rest of the outfit quietly fading into the background. The second necklace was a cascade of garnet beads threaded onto a ribbon, drawing the eye downward to whatever lay beyond the neckline of my dress.
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>�The red. That�s gorgeous.�
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>�I thought so, too,� I said, as I fastened the clasp and hooked the earrings into my ears.
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>�Ready. I�m so excited for this, baby.�
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>He held my coat and I slid my arms into it.
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>�Me, too. Let�s go.�
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>posted by Madeline at 11:26 PM 4 comments
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>Monday, December 19, 2005
>Circle Jerks
>We got up eventually and Jefferson went to the computer. He�d been working on a project for a couple of days in preparation for my arrival.
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>Viviane had been the only other person present when we had sex during my last visit. But I�ve discovered that I really enjoy being watched while I�m fucking. Jefferson said he had the perfect solution, something he�d been testing recently. I was game.
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>Final email arrangements were made and we made haste to the bedroom, putting sex sheets on the bed. Jefferson was naked on his back and pulled me toward him, his head off the edge. I was standing beside the bed straddling his face when he suggested I ride his cock before our guests showed up.
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>I was happy to oblige, and twenty minutes later went to the bathroom to wash my face and swish my mouth. I made sure I smelled good and put my pajamas back on. No point in getting dressed for this.
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>Around one o�clock the boys started to arrive. First was Mitch, a cute, preppy straight boy with brown chin-length curls and glasses. He walked in and shook my hand nervously, standing in the middle of the room, glancing at the art on the walls, �You a teacher?�
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>�What? Oh, no,� replied Jefferson, �Why?�
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>�The artwork on the walls.�
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>�Ah, I have three children. That one over there is a picture of me, as you can tell.�
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>Lillie drew it last February, during Winter Recess. I remember because Jefferson described it to me when she did it. It�s still hanging at a five-year-old�s eye level where she�d taped it. It�s a figure with a head of yellow hair and enormous blue eyes. She�d filled the background with little hearts.
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>Ed arrived next, all the way from Jersey. Jefferson made introductions, and I gestured to a chair, �Have a seat if you�d like�� Ed nodded to Mitch: that unmistakable straight boy nod which says, ��sup?�
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>Jefferson asked if they had ever done this sort of thing before, or ever been in a group situation. Mitch said yes, but nothing like this, Ed was new to it.
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>�Well, I think you�ll find it fun,� Jefferson said.
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>Another knock on the door and Mike walked in, confidently. He was very handsome and seemed more at ease than the others. He looked at Jefferson the same way he looked at me: intrigued, attracted, interested. He laid his overcoat on the back of a chair and sat down, resting his feet on a basketball, smiling.
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>Jefferson and I sat on the couch, holding hands and chatting with the boys. I got up for water and offered to get some for the others. Mike looked me in the eye and said, �Thanks, Maddie, I�d love some water.�
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>When I got back to the couch, it was ten past one. There were two other men who were slated to join us, but they hadn�t arrived yet. Since this was a lunch date, we decided it was time to start. I laid out the rules.
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>You may touch Jefferson, but no touching me without permission, and then never below the waist.
>We enjoy putting on a show, and love to hear your comments. We don�t take direction, but please don�t be shy about telling us what turns you on.
>When you�re ready to shoot, please don�t do it on my face. You can cum anywhere else: on him, on me, on both of us, but I�ve had cum in my eyes and it is no fun.
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>�Have I left anything out, baby?�
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>�Nope, that all sounds pretty fair, wouldn�t you all say?�
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>The boys nodded. With that taken care of, I announced, �Let the Bukkake Circle Jerk Begin!� (Okay, I really didn�t say that, but wouldn�t it have been cool if I had?!)
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>We went into the bedroom and I told them all to get naked. They were silent, undressing down to nothing, each standing in a different spot around the bed. Jefferson undressed, too, and pulled me into a kiss.
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>I stole a glance back at the boys, smiling, enjoying their expectant gazes as Jefferson turned me to face them, kissing my neck and unbuttoning my top slowly, then pulling it, almost uncovering my breasts and gently caressing them through the shirt.
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>He turned me toward him again, and kissing me, slid my pants off exposing my legs and a tiny bit of ass. Someone inhaled as I spread my feet and stood on tiptoe, my leg muscles flexed and the hem of the shirt barely covering my ass.
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>Jefferson pushed the shirt past my shoulders letting it fall to the floor. He walked me backwards to the bed, lying on top of me, taking my face in his hands.
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>�Hey, baby��
>�Hey..�
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>We kissed, his hand cupping a breast, his mouth moving down to suck my nipples. I turned my head and saw two boys standing in silence, stroking their cocks. I stretched my arms above my head, arching my back as Jefferson lowered his face to my pussy.
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>I could hear the boys breathing as I came.
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>Jefferson put a pillow under my shoulders and straddled me, pulling my head up,
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>�Suck my cock.�
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>I had already wet my mouth and took his cock in deeply. As he fucked my face, Mike moved behind him .
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>�Spread your legs, Madeline. Mike wants to look at your pussy.�
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>I did, wishing I could see the handsome boy getting an eyeful of Jefferson�s ass pushing forward to my head and my legs lifting my hips up to a better viewing angle.
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>�She�s got a pretty pussy, doesn�t she?�
>�God, yes.�
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>Jefferson�s cock was rock hard in my mouth and he pulled out, stepping off the bed and bringing me to the edge, flipping me over. My knees were bent, ass up. I pulled a pillow under my torso and he grabbed my hips, slicing into me hard and fast. I was growling, reaching forward to grab the far edge of the mattress.
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>I lifted my eyes and saw preppy Mitch, naked and sitting in the chair by the window, staring intently at me. I smiled and turned my head to the side, closing my eyes, getting lost.
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>Jefferson slapped my ass. I gasped.
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>So did the boys, their cocks responding.
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>�More��
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>He did a great number on my ass, reddening it and pulling the pillow out from underneath me.
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>�Madeline, look at that beautiful cock,� he said, turning my head to face Mike. Mike was stroking his dick, which I hadn�t paid much attention to before. It was, well, it was beautiful. And big. He was holding it from beneath with one hand and stroking it with the other.
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>�That is a very nice cock�� I looked around at the other two, also jerking rock-hard dicks, �Actually, they are all very nice cocks!�
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>I�d done the thing I do so often during sex, which is to go deeply into myself, shutting out everything except my own sensations. I forgot a little bit about putting on a show. Shame on me.
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>He pulled me up by my hair and I braced myself with my arms. He laid a hand across my throat, pretending to choke me. I moaned as his fucking intensified and then slowed and he pulled out, tossing the condom to the trash.
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>He gathered me up and rolled me onto my side. We kissed. He lay on his back and guided my hips as I moved to sit on his face and suck his cock, which was not has hard as I�d have liked. I smiled, because sucking on a soft cock is one of my favorite things.
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>Jefferson was eating me, my hums intensifying around his cock, which was getting bigger and harder with every stroke. This was definitely a turn-on for the boys. Once he was nice and stiff I pulled up and reached for a condom, grinning.
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>�You have something you want to do to me now?�
>�Yes I do. I am going to fuck you,� I said, as I rolled it on and climbed on top.
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>I lowered myself onto his cock and started rocking my hips. His cock was pressing into my g-spot, producing little whimpers at the back of my throat with every push. Jefferson scooted back a bit and beckoned to Mike, who came and stood at his head.
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>"Watch this."
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>�Aw, yeah,� I mumbled, as Mike slid his cock into Jefferson�s mouth. Jefferson�s hands wrapped around Mike�s thighs and Mike moved his hips slowly, looking from my eyes to his cock. I smiled and bent forward, kissing Jefferson�s nipples and looking up at Mike.
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>Ed was standing to my left as I sat up and continued riding Jefferson. He leaned toward me, whispering, �Can I touch your breasts?�
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>�Of course.�
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>He stepped forward, stroking his (monster) dick and gently laid a hand on my right breast, squeezing softly.
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>�You can be rougher if you�d like�you can pinch my nipples��
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>Jefferson had stopped sucking Mike and said, �Pinch her nipples hard; she likes that.�
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>Everyone was very quiet; it�s like that with boys.
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>Ed�s breathing got faster and he asked if I�d like him to cum on my tits.
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>�Yes, please!�
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>He reached behind him and dragged the chair closer to the bed. (What the fuck is he doing?) He stepped up, one foot on the chair, the other on the mattress, his bazooka dick aiming at my chest. He steadied himself with one hand on the ceiling (more fingerprints to add to the collection) and I grabbed my ass with my hands, arching my back and sticking out my chest. I was still rocking Jefferson inside me.
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>He moaned and shot, spurts of cum covering my tits and neck.
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>�Nicely done, Ed!� Jefferson exclaimed.
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>�Heh. Can I use the restroom?�
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>�Sure; there are some washcloths there for you to use, if you like.�
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>Two minutes later he was gone, thanking us for a great time.
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>Jefferson flipped me over onto my back and fucked me hard, pulling my legs straight down and angling his cock up to my g-spot. I came, my cervix protesting, my muscles convulsing. He kept his cock inside and sat back on his heels, pulling my hips up to rest on his thighs. There was a cock being jerked above my face which I prayed would not be lowered to my mouth. It was Mike, who started cumming, shooting onto my tits and belly. I opened my eyes and his hand was hovering over my face.
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