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For whatever karmic reason everyone in my family used to walk into my room when I was having sex... at first I was really embarassed, when I was like 15-16... but by the time I was 18, I'd just say "I'm busy" and they'd leave.
I could lock my bedroom door, but I had a shared bathroom with my little brother that would only lock from inside the bathroom... so my mom would come in with my laundry, or my brother to ask me something all the time through that door.
I'll never forget the time I was having a 3 some with these 2 bi-sexual chicks and my brother walks in... his jaw just fucking dropped...
You'd think they'd get the picture that if the music is turned up really loud in my room, I'm laying the bone on some chick. I moved out the week after school ended.
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