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When I met her, she was 17 and a virgin. I made out with her but waited for her 18th bday, and then banged the hell out of her. She's 10 years younger than me. A few years after the divorce she showed up at my house with these huge tits. First word out of her mouth was, yeah I got them done. Then she started working for Playboy as a car show girl. Of course she knew my dream was to bang a PB playmate. She wasn't hot enough for the mag, and she started modeling for a web site, and then started stripping in NYC. She would invite me to come see her and give me 500 singles so I could tip her while I was there. She wasn't getting any more of my money. She whored around for a few years while she was going to nursing school. Now she is an RN and no more stripping. But still crazy as a loon.
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Too late. The siren song of skinny jeans and skittlerex lured him back to his people. We won't see him for another 3 months.
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you'd be crazy not too. Now she dates some retired baseball player. I forget his name. He played in the amateur NL She also dated Face from the A-Team. She would call me from his house and complain that he was making her watch Battlestar Gallactica marathons
__________________ I am a sinner in the hands of an angry god
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Originally Posted by pisceschef
Too late. The siren song of skinny jeans and skittlerex lured him back to his people. We won't see him for another 3 months.
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After my first ex and I divorced, she came back to Charlotte from El Paso to finish school. I went up one weekend to pick up some stuff from her, and ended up banging her. She didn't have any pills and this was before anyone knew I was sterile, so to be safe, she only let me put it in her ass. I ended up going back to see her three more weekends in a row for more ass-fucking. It was much wilder because neither of us were worried about the other's feelings anymore. During the fourth week she asked me for money to pay a bill that she acquired while we were married against my advice. I told her to send me a copy and I'd send her the ex-husband's share. The bill was for like $376.42 or something like that. I sent her a check for $6.42. She cashed it, but quit answering my phone calls and emails so I just ignored her. That was in 1999. I didn't know where she was or what she was doing after that until a month or so ago when my sister told me her knew name and I looked her up and sent her a PM to see what she was up to. She had gotten remarried, had a baby (she always wanted one of those) and gotten divorced again. We exchanged PMs twice and then nothing again. I guess a message or 2 every 12 years is okay. I can only hope to hear from the second ex that infrequently.
Holy fuck, I'm writing a novel over here... tl;dr.