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Fucking on airplane

It was hot and steamy as we arrived at the airport in Brisbane for the long journey home to Boston. This was the end of a month-long campervan vacation in Australia, and I, for one, was overjoyed to be heading back to some normalcy. For an entire month my wife Anne (I call her “the queen”) had avoided sex in the campervan, or anywhere else for that matter, since “the chi—- are nearby.” – The irony of her way of thinking will be evident shortly. Actually, she is not very interested in sex anytime, since...

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