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| Age/Gender: |
39 year old Man |
| Location: |
Denver ,
CO United States |
| Height: |
Ask me |
| Body Type: |
Muscular |
| Hair Color: |
Brown |
| Eye Color: |
Hazel |
| Race: |
White |
| Religion: |
Ask me |
| Languages: |
English |
| Income: |
Ask me |
| Profession: |
Teacher / Professor |
| Status: |
Single |
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| about me |
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Im a just a big kid. Im trusting and can be trusted, social, kind, ambitious, positive, supportive, humble, attractive, fit, financially and emotionally stable, intelligent and goal oriented. I am somewhat of a self-proclaimed comedian and always looking to get a laugh.Sometimes at the expense of others.....I can take a joke too. I like to stay busy, so when down time is needed it gets priority. I consider myself fairly articulate, and can usually hold a conversation about anything. Im opinionated and have a bad habit of speaking my mind, which gets me in trouble sometimes. I would like meet someone to fullfill each others fantasies with. |
| about my fling |
Gail had lived next door only for a few weeks, but already I had become obsessed with her. It didn't help that it was the summer when she moved in, and that she had a penchant for spending most of the hot afternoons lying on a towel in the garden. I loved it, not only because she had a fantastic figure, but also because my room overlooked her garden. It was an excellent vantage point, and one I took full advantage of. I would sit, watching as she slept, either in a one piece backless swimsuit, or in shorts and a bikini top.
She was only little, about five two (two inches shorter than me), but my God she was stunning. Her shoulder length blonde hair rested softly by her side, framing her wonderfully shaped shoulders. Over those shoulders sat the thin spaghetti straps of her multi coloured bikini top, covering her tiny, beautifully pert breasts, the nipples of which were just visible beneath the Lycra material. Then her belly, so firm and flat, but topped off with a delicate naval piercing. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, and I couldn't take my hand off of my rock solid cock. I would fiddle with its swollen tip for what seemed like hours, teasing it with my fingertips and then swirling the pre-cum around the already glistening helmet.
We had of course exchanged the occasional few words as we passed, and she always smiled and had time to chat for a moment. She lived alone, and was a freelance photographer, which explained why she had so much time to sun-bathe. She'd moved to the area to get away from her nagging family apparently, but instead of doing it to her face in the kitchen as before, it had just transferred to extended phone calls instead. They didn't believe that what she was doing was a valid career, at least I think that's what she said, I was staring straight into her big blue eyes as she spoke, rudely paying little attnetion as her soft, moist lips moved hypnotically below.
A few weeks later, some of her post had been dropped through my mailbo
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