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Thanks for the bump.
Hell, yeah. All the time. I was a driving masturbator as well. Recalling the early morning events with my man at the time got me very hot on my way to work. I didn't even care if anyone saw, maybe the prospect of someone noticing may have helped.
These days it's at the oddest times. At home, yes, but in the middle of a drab TV show or nonsexual movie scene. Sometimes, the odd post here at TFP might do it.
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We are always more anxious to be distinguished for a talent which we do not possess, than to be praised for the fifteen which we do possess.
Mark Twain
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