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February 14, 2015, 06:05:16 PM |
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Also a Saturday, I was on the beech at Miller Park in Gary, IN, (was a tad safer back then) grindin' away fully clothed with my now ex-wife. I recall the extreme case of blue balls I was affected with, vowing that if that was sex, I may swear it off, for all it consisted of was kissing and copping a few feels. Not quite 16, I had yet to learn to masturbate to relieve the pain, ergo the suffering lingered for a lengthy period of time. I think it was two days later when I finally got all the sand outta my then stained underwear due to some unknown dripage, for I was raised without having running water, with the family taking baths in a galvanized wash basin, the water sourced from a hand pump heated on a wood stove, hence the duration between baths.
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