11-13-2001, 10:55 AM
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That read like a Penthouse letter.
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Originally posted by -=HUNGRYMAN=-:
My oldest shag was 36, when I was 19 ... She was watching me as I was on a high score streak playing PINBALL in Balm Beach (tourist town north of Wasaga Beach) ... I was making the machine "POP"(free game) like 10 times already in past 5 mins, so a bit of a crowd was gathering around me ...
"Ruth" started off like putting her arm on me innocently enough, but soon started kissing me on the cheek when I had a successful MULTI-BALL run, or even kissing me between my balls ...(on the mouth, between pinballs ... you fucking perverted gutter minds )
Once I finished my high score game (ended up with something crazy like 84 BILLION -- newer pinball games gave points way too easy), I had about 12 FREE games still(I "matched" too if you can believe it!) Ruth suggested that I give away the games, as she was in need of a ride back to Midland (10 miles away, where I also lived at the time).
How do you say no to a stunning, petite, dirty blonde haired woman who is kissing you and rubbing your cack thru your rugby pants ?!? (hehehe ... I am dating myself now.)
We sat in my 75 Camaro LT for about 20 minutes "parking" before we even left the beach ... When we got back to town, it was only about 10:30pm. She guided me to her house, which was I kid you not, right NEXT DOOR to my mother's best friend's house! This was not good. I parked my car 3 blocks down, in the parking lot of the elementary school I attended, and we walked back to her house ... She was ALL OVER ME, and I was scared shitless that my mother's friend was going to see me!
We made it into her house undetected, and fucked sooooo many times that night I was even surprised at my stamina 
Upon leaving her house the next morning, my mom's friend's husband was leaving his house at the same time ... he kind of looked at me funny, and said hi to me, but nothing was ever mentioned to my mother. (that I know of...) Ruth and I had a few more rendez-vous over the next two weeks, but I was young and single, and the summer tourist season had just begun, so I wanted to keep my options open, and eventually stopped going by Ruth's place.
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