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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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a number of years ago when i was with a man called joe, i was sick of hes going on and on about women he had sex with when he was away.he would delight in telling me about a certain women that he met up with regular. At times i never knew wether to believe him or not.he was sometimes a fantasist.one particular day i was with him and hes brother on the farm where they had their caravans. I was listening to joe going on about that certain lady and what had been going on with them.then without thinking i told joe i was going to do something. I remember him laughing as i walked away.i was walking back to my house and i then walked over the back lane and knocked on the door of a house out the back of mine.a man i knew opened the door. Eric was about 67 lived on hes own and i had spoke to him in passing.he had a cup of tea in hes hand which fell to the floor when i asked him to take me to bed.and yes he did and we had a great fuck. When i much later went back to see joe he asked me where i had been. When i told him that 'my neighbour' had shagged me he stood clapping and walked away laughing. He didnt believe me.now i didnt know for definate if joe had shagged that women he went on about,but i certainly had a shag off the neighbour. I did go back again to see the neighbour until i ditched joe and moved away. |
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