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New Orleans Night? It's taken about six months for me to synthesize that evening, justify keeping my silence and, at the same time, try to stay out of Roanoke enough not to ruin my own long marriage. I live not all that far away from there in Charlottesville, Virginia and run a plastic...

Unexpected Reciprocity In Brown Then Black Breasts swaying in and out, big, powerful breaths that could drive a steam train and hips rocking, lifting, driving on top of me were all I could or wanted to see as Susan squeezed and willed herself to the second orgasm of the night in her forty...

Wrapped in a Black and Cosmic Calculus You know it's that time of year when you get all the copper-bearing bottom paint, the power sander, rollers, extensions and tape and head down to your sailboat for three days to redo the bottom in preparation for re-launching it for the sailing season...