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Stephen's football profession was behind him and he, similar to TV character Al Bundy, appeared to bomb in his endeavors to succeed. He wound up working in a neighborhood carport, failing to rise much above second technician. He'd returned home late during the evening, brew breath solid and nod off after supper. Her hot pussy was fortunate in the event that she got the opportunity to feel his rooster even twice per week. Also, his astonishing sexual ability had dwindled to "Wham Bam, it's over Ma'am!" in under 5 years.
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