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Here is a story I remember from a few years back. All tide into my exhibitionism.
Right out of college I stayed at a friend's house. He had a pool and were drinking to all hours of the night. His house was huge with many rooms, and filled with knick knacks. It was pretty creepy actually. After sobbering up, floating on a tube all night, I went to find a place to sleep. All the rooms were taken, of course, so I wandered the place looking for coach. In a small room off on the wing, there were two couches. One had piles of laundry on it, the other nothing. I took my bag out, took off my clothes and put the wet clothes away. It was a bout 6 15 am on a Saturday so I just stood there and enjoyed the silence. Then I layed out some blankets on the couch and layed down. I layed on top of the covers for a bit just kind of rubbing myself, but not really masturbating. When I noticed the pile of laundry moving! I looked over and my friend's little sister was under neath looking right at me! I was pretty much caught red handed. I covered myself up and said sorry. She just rolled over and went back to sleep.
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