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I got there went into my room, freshened up a bit, and there was a knock on the door about twenty minutes later. She came in and without a word she pulled the sheets down on the bed. I began to get undressed and went to lie down on the bed. She headed to the bathroom real quick and when she came back out I was naked on the bed waiting. She asked if I had the rubbers and I told her I did. I got up grabbed one out of the box, and got back on the bed. She took off all of her clothes and climbed. Maybe movies, porn and anime had ruined him. He wanted to be a rockstar one day and be invisible the next. He wanted to be the man every one wanted to be without consequences. However he cared about the consequences and was left with this life of his. He finished brushing his teeth and walked toward his bed but stopped in his tracks. Right in the middle of his bed was a phone. He had never seen this phone but there it was. The moment he took it into his hands it turned on and women pictures.

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