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No matter whether I like it Art or not, Freddy was--and will always be--the first guy who ever had sex with me. And as far as I'm concerned, Freddy will always be that "special guy" who took my virginity, when he fucked me with his "verga" and fertilized my "panocha" in the bathroom that Sunday afternoon. So even though I love my husband dearly, I still kept finding myself fantasizing about Freddy quite frequently throughout my adult life--although I have to admit that I do it much less nowadays than I used to, back when I was a younger woman. The point I'm trying to make here is that my single sexual encounter with Freddy in the bathroom that Sunday afternoon ended up drastically changing the very core of my sexuality. And it permanently altered my sexual desires and extreme preferences to this very day. By the way, there is something extremely ironic about my sexual encounter with Freddy. You see, Freddy, never got married, and he is now paralyzed from the waist down, and has been that way ever since he was in his early 20's. I know that Freddy continued to live with his mother until she finally passed away a few years ago. And now he's finally living by himself in the family home, far hentai away in a different state from where my husband, Ray (not his real name), and I live. And of course, the irony in all this is that it's quite possible that I may have been the only girl that Freddy ever got to fuck in his entire life. However, just for the record, I do realize that it's much more likely that, during his adolescent years (before he became paralyzed), Freddy may have sexually molested and raped other young girls, besides me. If that is actually the case, then I can only hope that those other young girls were able to mentally and emotionally cope with cartoon the experience, so that they could go on to live a wonderful, satisfying life, just like I have. Congratulations! You have managed to make it all the way to the end of my "Freddy story." But this is really only the end of the first part of my "Freddy story." The second and final part of my "Freddy story" is titled "Freddy in the Bathroom: My Wife's Confession." It is posted at this same site, and was written by my husband, Ray, from his point-of-view (of course, I helped him edit his part of the story, just like he helped me edit mine). Ray's take on my "Freddy story" focuses mainly on what exactly took place during Cartoons my actual confession to him about Freddy, as well as on the drastic impact that my confession ended up having on our future sexual relationship together. I was walking better and now just holding his arm for support. “You have to be… responsible… for it…” She moans as she shove her juices coated fingers into my mouth. That after noon we all got dressed and cleared the side walk and Art driveway, just to have part of the snow off. John saw the Uber Eats car appear and practically ran out to them. “We’re going to the front?!” Deklian exclaimed. I shook my head. “My lucky tail… how… Where did you get Cartoons it?” I was pinned between the wheel and him...my mouth in a kiss...he stuck his tongue inside...it was a delicious hot thing in my mouth...tasting of the Pepsi hentai we had at the restaurant...I had Dr. Pepper...wondered if the flavors blended...I sucked on him and his hand was on me again...I couldn't move away being stuck between a wheel and his warm body and his hand explored, then his fingers...I was playing cartoon hard to get but he got me and got in me and I squirmed away...red in face, short of breath, and hot in head. I just turned on my heel, pushed past Astrid, and strode toward Julia. "What are you doing?" she asked drearily. I've been told it's a remarkable sensation. A heat she thought would put extreme that blazing fireball in the sky to shame. God my life is over! Did you like it" I asked with a big grin, hoping that if my question made her made she would think I'm just making light of the situation. “Gotcha…” she said softly.