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I have loved this erotic crackle since my earliest youth, when silky dresses or skirts slide down the nylon thighs of feminine women. When I was 17, I danced at a party with a mature lady who was very similar to the beautiful Hazel. After a while, when we were more familiar, I led the lady to a quiet corner of the large dance floor and pulled her very close to me. She smiled and I just kissed her really hard. At first she wanted to leave but I grabbed her delicate wrists and pushed her arms against a wall. The lady wanted to free herself, but did not have the strength to do so. I dragged her, totally agitated, into an unused room and laid her on a large sofa. I pushed up her silky long dress and stroked her nylon thighs. She got horny and let me between her legs. We made love on the sofa 4 times. . .
