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I signed, using my Visa Card, and gave him a tip and said, “I’m
going exploring with my 4-by in the morning and I was wondering if
you were a native of this area and familiar with the terrain?” He
assured me he was all of the above and proceeded to draw me a map
of a terrific road which would lead me to all sorts of high adventure.

After breakfast in the RV campgrounds so called “restaurant”, I headed
out to follow the route outlined by my friend the waiter. It was
beautiful and worthwhile driving through. The month was August and it
was sort of dry, but still there was a lot of foliage at this high
altitude. I would guess I was at about 10 or 11 thousand feet when I
began having doubts. The road was alive with animals in the shape of
deer, bear and and what I took to be wolf.

What had started out to be just an afternoon of wandering around in
the Colorado foothills was turning out to be an experience that was
not pleasant at all. Perhaps you would understand a bit better if
I filled you in on what was going on. All of my life there has
been a burning deep inside me to seek adventure. I want to, no I
need to, find out what is over that next hill or around that next
turn in the road. If I look at a map and see all the nice freeways
and byways that are designated as “I” this and “I” that, then
boredom sets in and, yawning, I put the map away and choose some
other route. Any time I have headed out on vacation the tug of
adventure has caused me to abandon the proven route and, literally,
forced me to drive down the forbidden or undiscovered path. Oh, I
suppose there is a psychological reason for this or, perhaps, I’m
a reincarnation of some ancient explorer or, maybe, it is just born
into some people and they can’t help it. I know I can’t. I joined
the merchant marine when I was quite young, simply because I had
read somewhere these ships wandered all over the world; I wanted to
see the world. When we were in port and loading the ship, I was
like a caged tiger pacing from rail to rail and bow to stern hoping we
would get underway before I went bananas.

My
curiosity got the best of me so I started heading for the stairs. The sound
got closer as I climbed each step. I got to the top of the stairs and looked
down the hall and noticed that all the bedroom doors were opened so I had to
follow the sound to find where they were. As I walked down hall I noticed some
garments laying on the floor of what looked like Tiffany’s parents’ room. As
I moved closer to that room the sounds got even closer so I figured they were in
there. I was right. As I entered the room, I almost passed out at what I saw.
There before me were two absolutely gorgeous, tan, girls in a wet, hot 69 on a
king size waterbed. My cock was pulsating and I stood motionless just watching
them.

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Here is how we met her. Angelica Raven’s first time to L.A. was a trip for the scrapbooks. Her voluptuous figure and big breasts had us banging on all cylinders. The only thing she desired was a hard skin flute wrapped around her 36 Double Ds. So we gave her exactly the fucking that she wanted, plus much more!

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Pretty Chavon and her two ton tatas came by for a visit and we couldn’t have been happier! After the “action” she wrapped her funbags around dirty Donny’s dong and porked those mongo-mams with a vengeance! Watch those milkjugs fly in this hot sex episode og busty solos blog

Tittie Fucker Story:

Catherine was an easy living girl. She studied at the University of Boston and was 21. She really love to go out and have fun at parties Ц and after them as well. She was a medium-sized, very pretty, young woman. She had nice blonde hair, a bit longer than shoulder-length and pretty, a bit girlish face with a nice, seductive laugh. She had quite a slim body, with a fine ass and B-cupped breasts, that were not very big, just a nice, small handful. Read the rest of this entry »