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 A married waitress, Linda, short and quite sexy, takes me home at night and we start to fuck on her couch. After a while she excuses herself and goes into the bedroom (I think to use the bathroom) and I hear hushed talking. When she returns, I ask her "who were you talking to?" and she says matter of factly, "my husband." I feel confused, but she opens her legs to me and we start fucking again until she comes...
≡ My dad and I are boxing in the living room (I am 4 or 5). I punch him squarely in the testicles, and he falls to the floor, doubled up in pain, and groans angrily "If you ever do that to me again I'll kill you!"...
 When my parents are gone I like to look at the fold-outs in the Playboy magazines that my dad keeps hidden in his nightstand on the left side of their bed. I am looking at a large-breasted model and feel a burning thrill course through me. I orgasm as I lie on their blue and gold satin bedcover...
≡ At night, alone, an eery dwarf lures me from my bed into the hallway and teaches me to fly or levitate. Silence, no words spoken. He follows me to my bed and pokes insistently at the covers after I pull them over my head...