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I was just in the closet July 1988 Not a word was said; 'sept a couple of whispers and an obvious desire to **** Mop buckets, the heat, and the stink of her ***** Petulant hands and harsh fingers as staggered breaths tell a tale; knickers and pants half pulled down, Hard truths pushing through, I had to **** her from behind, Very confined, quick, clumsy, ****** release. We both staggered out;  her mate was much older and waiting outside, bold as brass, she looks me up and down all tough and barks assertively "i'm next!" and **** I was back in the closet 1988
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 5:05 PM UTC
In and out the closet.
I was just in the closet July 1988 Not a word was said; 'sept a couple of whispers and an obvious desire to **** Mop buckets, the heat, and the stink of her ***** Petulant hands and harsh fingers as staggered breaths tell a tale; knickers and pants half pulled down, Hard truths pushing through, I had to **** her from behind, Very confined, quick, clumsy, ****** release. We both staggered out;  her mate was much older and waiting outside, bold as brass, she looks me up and down all tough and barks assertively "i'm next!" and **** I was back in the closet 1988
Two brazen cleaners take turns with the new boy in the closet in 1988 extract from my diary.
Purcy
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52/M/Earth
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 5:05 PM UTC
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