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I don't know about all that, but I told y'all this was the real Sam Shane. No one but her posts about clicking the refresh button.



oh yes she's the real deal, and if not then the hot piece that met me at my gate at O'Hare must've been her twin. not that it mattered, because after we rode the bus back to her place and i got formalities out of the way - dipping her in a quick bath after she failed the two finger smell check - i figured i'd try going at her a little more tenderly than those that had come before. you know like pretty woman.

so i rode her an hour every day for the first two days. then i missed a day, but made up for it by riding her two hours the next day. then i missed three days, and the idea of riding three hours to catch up was just too daunting, so i rode her for fifteen guilty minutes the day after that. she withstood my rigors like a good set of luggage, but once her spring-loaded jaws began snapping about white picket fences and getting her clan onto my health insurance, it was time to go.

i guess i realized i needed some luggage that would mostly just sit in the trunk while i drive. but i have the memories- how she loved her oversize feet tickled; how a few fingers in the ass would send her straight into orbit.

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