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Her lathered hands caressed their way up my left thigh her eyes sparkled, for she, like most people, knew that men usually hang to the left. This was not the case at this time for the only hang left was because of the restriction the shorts had caused. As her soapy left hand came in contact her fingers gently wrapped their way around my shaft then to be joined by her right hand as the left continued on to explored my tight ball sac. Gently but firmly the right hand worked its magic while the left hand index finger drifted off the ball sac to explore deep into the crevasse of my ass rotating… 続きを読む

It was a muggy Manitoba day where the dust from passing vehicles created small sweat rivulets on exposed flesh. The air was thick and close prompting me into a Tee shirt and shorts, as a young boy of f******n you know the kind of outfit, arm and leg opening so large they make you look like a stick figure. The weight of my newspaper delivery bag had taken its toll on my shoulder and legs as I neared the end of my paper route, it was a large two story brick house set apart from the others on the block. The three cement steps leading to the front door drew energy from my legs like a magnet draws… 続きを読む

I originally posted this on another site but re-posted here for the enjoyment of more readers. Growing up in small town on the Canadian prairies during 1950s, held a vast storehouse of lust filled fantasies for many young men and women. It was an era when the young married ladies of the day hardly dared to set foot outside of the house without looking or trying to look like the glamor models that they read about in Life magazine. The only time this cardinal rule was broken was when there was an important social event or dance that evening, on these rare occasions you might see the women doi… 続きを読む