Barbi Sinclair

03Hi, I’m Barbi and the cock I’m digging out of these pants is not my husbands. He’s behind the camera taking photos. My girlfriend and I are going to suck this guy’s cock and then let him fuck both of us as long as he wants. My husband’s  going to watch, but that’s all. I might let him lick my pussy clean if he’s a good boy. I might even let him have sloppy seconds. It depends on how I feel. Click the photo above to see more!

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Meeting My Future Wife

Although she has been out of my life for over 16 years now I still have fond memories of the very first time I met my first wife. It was in 1970 during my sophomore year. I was a new member of Tau Kappa Epsilon fraternity, one of the few that had their own house. To say that our parties were wild would be a massive understatement. TKE was a jock frat smack in the middle of the hippie explosion. We still didn’t smoke pot or do drugs but we could put away some serious beer. And we could fuck. In 1970 it was just a few years before that women got birth control, there was no Aids then and though we were aware of other venereal diseases, we weren’t worried about them.

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The upside was women spread their legs way easier than they did just a few years earlier. But I’m getting off on tangents. My story begins at a keg party we had one weekend (we pretty much had a keg party every weekend!). Our frat house was a 3 story old boarding house for iron ore miners before we bought it an turned it into our headquarters. It used to have 8 apartments in it, but we converted it and you could go anywhere in the house, but it was like a maze, easy to get lost. I was wandering around with a beer checking things out when one of my buddies quietly took hold of me and led me to a back bedroom away from most of the party. He told me a few of the guys were getting ready to fuck this chick in a gang bang and he thought I might like to join them. Shit, yeah!

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