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Sent to a friend I ran into my boyfriend's coach about two months ago, and he told me all about his failing marraige and how his wife had been having an affair for the past year. That night I brought him back to my apartment to treat him to my infamous pasta and a glass of wine. He never went home that night, and I had the best mind blowing sex I had ever had. From there on, we'd meet on my lunch hour at a chinese restraurant to discuss where and when we would next meet up. Didn't matter where or when, but twice a week we would meet to have sex. He is fifteen years my elder, and I fantasize more about him than my own boyfriend.Rating:4.60
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- slut.
