Marcia Hanson was home from college for the summer, she was 20 years old. Her long chestnut-colored hair with green eyes and a voluptuous curvy body had gotten her a fair share of offers from classmates. The guys were never accepted, she was exclusively gay, not even the trendy term, bi. She knew what she was, and she had bedded several of her female classmates, and she showed them that she really knew her way around a lover’s thighs. Watching the delectable neighbor next door pleasuring herself was a wonderful sight. What was her name?...
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