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the cemetery is so popular. people are dying to get in.
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in my teen years there were few places to find quiet and privacy with a date. everything was built-up in my neighborhood. necessity being the mother of invention i began taking young lady friends to the serene quiet of a local cemetery. these resting grounds are large and very well maintained. when you walked in far enough amongst the gravestones, markers and statues you could just lay on that cold, damp ground and not be seen by patroling law enforcement. the lack of trees in the cemetery gave a rare, wide-open glimpse at the night sky above. we would party and go at it like rabbits as hormones raged. at some graves were concrete or marble bench to rest and reflect on. they were an excellent height for one lover to recline upon while receiving oral. the girls never seemed to mind it, at least they never complained. young people just want to get laid and there you are, probably looking the best you ever will in your life, but still in high school and living at home. you're kind of screwed unless you were blessed/cursed with very permissive parents.
i enjoyed outdoor sex in many places in my teens and 20s. a bunch of us would go out and get shitfaced drunk and i'd bang most anythng in my car. i once owned a fiat x1/9, a spiffy looking two-seat hardtop convertible. if i didn't hoist a lass upon onto the back deck and fuck her silly then we'd be in the cabin of the car with the hardtop convertible roof off, facing the back of the car with her bent over the rear roof support.
one warm day i cut out of school with my girlfriend and we went to a remote reservoir location to get high and have sex. it was broad daylight and i was belly-up but somehow on all fours reversed like a stupid spider while my sweet ass girlfriend was on top riding me like a jockey. i happen to glance over and there is another couple we know from school. i cracked up and my slut of a girlfriend tried to cover up and act all modest, please! it was kind of awkard because this guys girlfriend was painfully quiet, shy i guess, and this was probably the last thing she expected to see that day. oh well.
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Posted on : Jun 7, 2009
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