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Thanks Tara

The moment I met Tara I knew I was probably going to end up in bed with her. We immediately hit it off and she was so sweet and sexy I thought I’d hit the jack pot. While sitting at the bar we talked for almost an hour before her girlfriend came looking for her to leave. She had already given me her number and I told her I would call so we could make a date. She kissed me quickly and as she walked out with her friend and I got a better look at her cute, little ass.

Tara is 30, about 5’ tall and could not have weighed any more than 105 pounds. Her smile was absolutely stunning and those liquid blue eyes were probably the most beautiful I’d ever seen. I just shook my head as she went out the door because I knew I had fallen for this girl the first few minutes into our conversation. After finishing my drink I went straight home and masturbated twice thinking about Tara.

Tara and I made plans for a dinner date at a local waterfront restaurant which is near her work. As I drove to pick her up I couldn’t help thinking about having her in my bed tonight, but I also wanted to calm down as this girl was definitely something special. As it turns out, I could not have been MORE wrong about my assessment if I had tried.

Tara worked at a realty company which was only about 20 minutes away from the restaurant. Since she got off work at six I figured we could have a few drinks before our dinner reservation at 8. She was outside the office smoking with another girl when I pulled up and she ran over to jump in the car when she saw me.

Tara immediately gave me a deep kiss when she got in the car and I reconsidered my previous plan of being calm as my dick started to get hard with her kiss. She told me she had been looking forward to seeing me all week and I felt the stab of love sickness run through my heart.

As I drove to the restaurant Tara touched up her makeup in the mirror and told me about her day. She was very happy at receiving so many commissions in one week. As she talked I felt this was a blessing to have met her. She was smart, sexy, confident…..what a package!

When we got to the restaurant we grabbed two open seats at the bar to wait for the reservation. Tara ordered two shots of tequila and a Margarita. When the bartender looked at me I said, “If one of those shots is for me I don’t want it, just give me a beer please”. He didn’t respond and went to make her drink.

Tara continued telling me about the closings she had done over the week. She was dressed in what would be considered business attire, but still looked sexy as hell with her top unbuttoned just enough to give a peek at her cleavage. In my mind, I had struck gold and there was no way I was going to fuck up and do something stupid tonight.

When the drinks arrived Tara immediately did one of the shots of tequila. She then poured the other into the Margarita and sucked out the last few drops of tequila from the shot glass. In hindsight this should have been my first clue to get up and walk away, but I rationalized she just had a great week at work and wanted to celebrate.

Tara ordered another shot while answering a text from her phone. I was telling her about my week and although she nodded as though she was listening, her attention was on her phone. This got me a bit turned off until she threw it on the bar and said, “I’m sorry sweetie, work stuff”. She then kissed me softly and ran both her hands down the side of my face. This caused my off button to switch back on and I felt my cock stir. I wanted Tara badly and I wanted her now.

Tara did the next shot and asked for another Margarita. She nodded yes when the bartender asked if she wanted two more on the side. Part of me said this girl will be drunk before dinner. It’s either going to be an early evening and I should bail, while the other side of me said this girl is getting drunk.....it’s going to be a GREAT evening! The later won out. A decision I now wish I had made without the distraction of a semi-hard cock.

Tara screamed, “Hey” as she looked over my shoulder toward the door. When I turned there were three guys walking over towards us. They took turns hugging Tara and the biggest of the three turned to me and put his hand out introducing himself as Derrick. I shook his hand and told him I was Mike. He immediately let my hand go to order a drink. Even a blind guy could tell this was a sign of disrespect. The other guys never even acknowledged I was there as they talked with Tara and ordered their drinks.

This should have been another clue to walk away, but I was now committed to finding out what this girl was really like and I wasn’t going anywhere. I also wasn’t dumb enough to start something with the odds being three to one. My rational side kept saying, “They are just friends, if they weren’t, she wouldn’t have come out with you tonight”.

Tara finally turned to me and said, “We have got to go over to Gene’s house”! At first I didn’t respond, but she repeated herself and was already taking her jacket off the back of her chair. I asked the obvious question…“What about dinner”? She just shrugged her head and put her jacket on.

Five minutes later we were back in my car and I was following Derrick’s car to Gene’s house. Tara was now very drunk. While she did try to tell me about Gene, I really could not understand what she was saying because she would start one story and jump to another. This was all in between her texting on her phone. The twenty minute ride to Gene’s house convinced me I had made a really bad mistake with this girl.

We arrived at a rather large house in an upscale neighborhood. Tara leaned over and pulled me in for a kiss. She said, “Don’t worry, I know everybody, we always have fun”. Although very drunk, she did seem sincere and I reconsidered my previous thoughts about making a mistake with her. I actually felt bad to have had that thought and decided I was going to have a good time with Tara tonight no matter what.

The three guys from the restaurant were standing there waiting for us to get out of the car. I opened Tara’s door and she kissed me exclaiming. “What a gentleman”. A quick thought ran through my mind at this point, “What a fucking drunk you are”, but I kept my mouth shut, rationalizing things would be OK. She said she knew everyone. In hindsight this should have been another big ass clue, but I was never very smart when it came to women so our group made the way to the front door.

Gene’s house was very impressive and there were about a dozen people in the living room area engaged in loud conversation. My attention was immediately drawn to a middle aged black woman who was talking with two guys in the corner. Her big, floppy tits were fully exposed and bounced from side to side as she went back and forth in the conversation. My thoughts at this point, “Well, this is going to be interesting”.

Tara pulled me through the living room area into a large room with a pool table and a bar running along one wall. Again there were about a dozen people hanging out and two young guys, I guessed in their twenties, playing pool in their underwear. Tara slapped one of these guys on his ass as she walked by him heading to the bar. He never even acknowledged her.

Behind the bar was an Asian girl in her twenties who was wearing a bikini. She saw Tara coming and grabbed a bottle of tequila off the rack and two shot glasses. Tara leaned over the bar, kissed her and rubbed her hand across one of her tits before sitting down.

As I moved in behind Tara’s chair the bartender introduced herself as Kimmie and asked me what I wanted. I asked for a Scotch on the rocks thinking I needed something a little stronger based on what I’d seen so far. Kimmie smiled and said, “I don’t know you”. She pulled her bikini top down exposing her small, but very nice breasts and then went to grab the Scotch off the rack.

Tara quickly fired back one tequila, then pulled my head down to whisper, “Everybody just does whatever here”. She assured me in her very slurred speech I would have fun and to just relax. Glancing around the room, I was very sure relaxing was not something I would be doing.

As soon as Kimmie put my drink down Tara said she had to go to the ladies room. She kissed me as she got up and went back out the door toward the front of the house. Kimmie asked me if I needed anything else. I told her I was Ok for now and she leaned over the bar, took hold of my shirt, pulled me to her and kissed me. She said, “Whatever you need, just ask”. She then went to the other side of the bar where three guys were having a loud conversation about last night’s night football game.

I stood there and sipped my drink for a few minutes. The whole time I was thinking I should just walk the hell out of here while I can, but having brought Tara here I felt guilty about leaving her even though it was clearly obvious she knew almost everyone at this place.

It was then a beautiful blond woman wearing a very tight, black cocktail dress walked into the room. She glanced around at the crowd and made her way over toward the bar. Her hair was cut shoulder length which perfectly outlined her gorgeous face. As she turned sideways to get past a couple, I saw her curved body and to say she was stunning would be an understatement.

There was only one other chair available at the bar. To my luck it was the one beside Tara’s and I was standing next to. She gave me a quick look and I gestured with my hand to please sit down. She slid into the seat next to where I was standing and gave me a half-hearted hello.

Kimmie had disappeared from the bar and the lovely blond lady took in a deep breath when she realized she was not going to get a drink anytime soon. She asked me if I knew where Kimmie was and I shook my head no. She said, “Perfect”, with an expression on her face which told me she was also not having a good night. About a minute later she took in a couple of deep breaths, turned her head away from me and did the best she could to hold back crying. I did an uncomfortable shuffle, sipped my drink and finally had to say something as I saw a tear run down the side of her cheek.

I asked if I she was OK and if I could do anything for her. She shook her head no and turned away wiping her eyes quickly. Taking in a deep breath she turned back, gave me a half smile and said, “Thanks, I’m fine, I just need a drink”. Since Kimmie was nowhere in sight, I offered her a taste of my scotch. She didn’t hesitate taking the glass from my hand and drinking the remaining half down in one shot.

Asking again if she was OK, she laughed and said, ‘I’m great, just…..fuck it”. She was obviously upset about something and I gently asked once more if there was something I could do. She looked at me and said, “You can find me a new husband. That would be nice”. She turned away again and held back from crying.

A big guy in his thirties with blond hair pulled back in a pony-tail came up beside her. She turned away from him and he leaned in to whisper something in her ear. It was apparent this was her husband and it was also apparent she wanted nothing to do with him right now. Looking down at the floor she shook her head and said, “I already told you no”. He paused, gave me a dirty look and under his breath I heard him say, “Well, just fuck off then bitch”. As he stormed back out of the room, I saw tears run down both sides of her face as she sat staring down at the floor.

As the minutes went by the crowd in the room started to disappear. Except for a short, fat girl passed out on the couch, we were now alone. I again gently asked her I if she was Ok. Seeing everyone had now let us alone, she looked me directly in the eyes and asked, “You’re not going to the box”? The puzzled look on my face must have told her the answer and she asked me if this was the first time I’d been here?

I told her about my dinner date being sidetracked when the girl I was with ran into some guys she knew. I added, “She went to the ladies and…… well that’s the last I’ve seen of her”. She shook her head and said, “So you haven’t been downstairs yet”? I said no, and was now very curious about what was going on.

She went around the back of the bar and began fixing herself a drink. She then poured me another Scotch. As she filled my glass she said, “I’m Sarah, thank you for being nice”. I told her I was Mike and again asked if I could do something for her or if she just wanted to talk. Sarah smiled and said, “Sure, if you don’t mind my bitching about my shithead of a husband”. Sarah sat back down beside me and began her story.

About two months ago her husband Bill brought her over to Gene’s. He had told her he was going to do a quick estimate on redoing a bathroom before they went out to dinner. When they got there she found out her husband had arranged a gangbang and she was supposed to fuck 3 guys while he filmed. Sarah said, “I then knew why he was pushing so many drinks on me before we even left the house that night”.

Sarah said when she told her husband she wasn’t doing it, he actually pleaded with her. She knew he was not going to let up and finally told him she was not fucking 3 guys, but would put on a show if he wanted. Bill had reluctantly agreed to the watered down version of what I guessed was his fantasy night. While they waited for the two other guys to get there, they drank with Gene.

Sarah said she was already pretty drunk when she got there that night, but needed a few more if she was going to do anything to try and please her husband. When the other two guys arrived, she wanted to back out, but knew this would make her husband upset and the extra drinks had made her feel more willing to try and please him.

She said one guy was really cute. He was young, tall and very muscular. She said he reminded her of a surfer guy or a lifeguard you would see in TV shows. She paused and smiled to herself as she told me this part of the story. Not continuing, she made me say, “Annnnnddddd”?

She finally said she would have fucked him, but the other guy was some really skinny, punk looking jerk who turned her off the minute he opened his mouth. She went on to say the third guy was Gene. I could immediately tell by the look on her face she wasn’t about to fuck Gene no matter how much liquor her husband poured into her. Sarah then described our host Gene by saying he looked like the real life version of the cartoon character Homer Simpson.

Sarah said she had the three guys sit at the bar while she danced doing a slow strip tease. As she described her dancing, I ran my eyes over her incredible body and regretted not having been the fourth guy there that night. She said when she was finally naked she was a little turned on, especially when “surfer” guy had started rubbing his dick through his pants while watching her. She had decided to take it a little further and went over to surfer guy and kissed him while she rubbed his dick through his pants.

The kissing led to her getting on her knees and sucking surfer guy’s dick, which made her husband very happy. She said he was talking to her the whole time and telling her to “suck it harder” and “make him come”. She stopped her story and took a long pull off her drink. When she didn’t start talking again, I asked in my best Judge Smails impersonation, “WEEELLLLLL, we’re waiting”! This made Sarah laugh hard saying, “Oh, I love that movie”, and I felt a little better at having at least made her cheer up some.

When she stopped laughing, Sarah simply looked me in the eye and with a sexy smile on her face said, “I sucked him off”. She then gave the skinny guy a hand-job even though her husband kept urging her to suck him off too. He came in only about 10 seconds shooting cum 2 feet into the air and landing on her leg.

She told me Gene already had his cock out and was masturbating watching her. She had also given him a hand-job, but couldn’t make him come after playing with his dick for twenty minutes. She said she told Gene to jerk off for her and he eagerly followed her directions as she danced for him again. As soon as Gene came, she picked her clothes up and told her husband she needed to go to the bathroom to clean up.

She said when she came back they were putting some kind of cushioned matt on the pool table. There were two straps tied to the legs on one side and Gene was working on the third. She instantly knew, even though he earlier agreed to let it be, her husband probably still intended on trying to get her to fuck them all.

She told me she had done what a friend of hers did once to get out of a bad date with a creepy guy. She went over to the bar, grabbed the Jack Daniels bottle, poured a whole glass full and fired it all down in one shot. When the guys weren’t looking she jammed a finger down her throat. About 10 minutes later she was leaning on her car still gagging from vomiting and waiting to leave while her husband apologized to Gene.

Sarah asked me what I was doing here because I seemed like a nice guy. I again told her I had been out on a date. She stopped me midsentence to ask with whom. As soon as I said Tara, her facial expression changed. She rolled her eyes back and shook her head back and forth saying “Oh, honey, are you crazy”?

Sarah told me she knew Tara very well. They both worked in realty and Sarah had actually been in the same company with Tara for a short period of time. Sarah explained in detail, even though Tara was a very beautiful woman and seemed sweet, she was really a nasty whore and had fucked almost every guy she had worked with married or not.

She said Tara had tried fucking her husband Bill one night at a company party, but she had relocated him after he had disappeared preventing what she thought was Bill’s plan to fuck Tara on the back terrace. She said Bill denied anything, but she was now sure this was one of the reasons he wanted to come to Gene’s parties so much as Tara is a frequent flyer here.

I asked Sarah the now obvious question, “What are you doing here”? Sarah explained she wanted to try and save her marriage and this was one of the reasons she agreed to try swinging. She said Bill kept talking about it and when she gave in to his persistence he actually started treating her better. She explained this was the third party she and Bill had been too at Gene’s. She admitted she was hoping the “surfer” guy would be at one, but he was always a no show. She went on to say how Bill was always trying to push her into doing things with other people, but she just wasn’t attracted to any of them.

She said, “If he wanted me to be with someone else, I would have fucked him (surfer guy) or someone like you, but there is no way I was going to let Gene fuck me”. The part where she added “someone like you” made my feelings stir a little and in the back of my mind I thought to myself, “Honey, I would love to fuck you”. I quickly brought myself back to reality thinking this beautiful woman could have any guy she wants and probably just said this to me being nice.

She then told me the last time they came here she basically sat at the bar all night and Bill got mad because she wasn’t doing anything with anyone. She said he finally took her home and didn’t speak to her for a few days. She looked like she was going to start to cry again at this point so I interrupted her and said, “Honey, you are a beautiful woman…Why? She looked back and shook her head in a determined manner and repeated my question, “Yeah, WHY”?

Just then we heard loud voices out in the hall and I saw a group of people walk past the doorway. There was a young black girl leading the way with three guys behind her. My girl Tara had her arms wrapped around two of the guy’s waists and was babbling something I could not make out. Sarah grabbed my arm and said, “Honey, don’t worry about it, she probably doesn’t even remember you right now”. At this point I really didn’t care what Tara was doing. I just wanted to get the hell out of this place however, I was really enjoying talking with Sarah and she was so damn pretty I decided I’d stay just a little longer.

Sarah made herself another drink. While she did she asked, “You wanna look around”? I figured why not, I’m here and might as well see what the hell is going on…so I agreed. Sarah topped me off and took my hand in hers. She said, “I’ll show you the basement”.

As Sarah led me to the steps, I could not help staring at her ass which was perfectly outlined in the cocktail dress she was wearing. Her heart shaped butt was amazing and the perfume she was wearing was absolute heaven.

She tightened her squeeze on my hand as we went down the stairs. The sound of loud, yelling voices almost drowned out the music in the background. The heavenly perfume she was wearing was quickly overwhelmed by the smell of marijuana as we reached the bottom of the steps and turned the corner to enter the main part of the basement.

In the center of the room was a large, wooden 6’x6’ box about five feet tall. There were guys standing on each side of the box with their cocks stuck into holes drilled on each side. A bunch of drinks were on the top of the box as well as a couple of bongs.

One of the guys was apparently in the middle of having an orgasm which had caused the yells we’d heard as we came down the steps. As he finished groaning in orgasm he stumbled back away from the box and was replaced by another guy who willingly shoved his very small cock into the vacated hole.

Sarah turned and yelled in my ear, ‘‘That’s the box”. The expression on her face immediately told me this is probably what her husband wanted her to do earlier and why he’d gotten pissed at her at the bar. I asked her the obvious question, “Who is inside”? She looked at me with a disgusted expression on her face and said, “Who knows”.

She pulled my hand and led me to the other side of the basement to a room which was lit up in a red glow. Inside was a Gynecologist table with a very pretty black girl laying on it having her ‘‘oral exam” done by Derrick, the guy who I had seen earlier at the restaurant? Her feet were up in the stirrups as Derrick licked her pussy. She was sucking some guy’s cock on her left, while holding onto another guy’s dick on her right.

Sarah elbowed me and motioned to the corner of the room. She didn’t have to say a word because I could recognize Gene from her earlier description. She was in fact very accurate as Gene looked exactly like the real life Homer Simpson. He was relaxed on a couch with his head back and eyes closed. A very fat woman was sucking his cock as she got fucked from behind by a skinny black guy. Sarah pulled my hand and led me out of the room back over to the box area. There were now about six guys waiting their turn. She turned and headed out to the patio area thankfully taking me outside where I was grateful to get away from the smoke filled basement.

The pool was filled with naked people, as was the hot tub and the Tiki bar area. Although I had to admire just what a fantastic set-up Gene had in his backyard, I also thought what the hell is this guy thinking allowing all these people to wreck this place. There was trash everywhere and even though the fresh air was better than the smoke filled basement, the smell of puke and urine could not be overlooked.

Sarah squeezed my hand once more before letting go. She was scanning the crowd in the pool which made me assume she was looking for her husband Bill. After about a minute she looked at me and said, “Fuck him, I’m done”. She took my hand and we went back upstairs using the deck steps as opposed to going back into the smoky basement.

Back inside I could tell she was now pissed and on a mission to find her husband. We rounded two corners and went down a long hallway with a bunch of doors on either side. Sarah tried opening each one as she went by, but they were all locked. She stopped and looked back at me. I saw she had tears running down her face and I couldn’t help pulling her into a hug as she broke out crying. Even though I had just met her, at that moment I felt so bad for this beautiful woman I didn’t know what else to do.

I held her until her breathing came back to normal. She backed away from me and in a “crying through tears” manner said, “I’m so sorry, you don’t even know me. You are so sweet”. She then kissed me on my cheek and hugged me tightly. Although I did feel bad for her, her body pressing into me felt so good my cock began to stir and I pulled my waist away from her just enough so she could not feel my dick getting hard with her touch.

Just as Sarah released me from her hug one of the doors in the hall opened and an older woman, probably in her sixties came out stark naked. She was followed by a younger woman who didn’t even look at us as she went down the other side of the hall. The older lady waved at us as she walked by and said, “All yours”, indicating the room was now available if we wanted it. Sarah laughed, hugged me again and said it was time to either get another drink or get the hell out of here.

As we went by the room with the open door Sarah stopped in her tracks. As she stepped inside I saw her husband on the floor. There was a bottle of cognac lying next to him in between the black lady I first saw when I came into the house. A very pretty younger girl was on his other side and she still had his dick in her hand. All three were passed out and the young girl was snoring like a freight train. The trail of cum running out of the black ladies pussy told Sarah and me exactly what had gone on earlier.

Sarah picked up the empty bottle and I grabbed her arm just as she raised it to bring it down on Bill’s cock. Even though he knows about it now, to this day the fuck-head has never thanked me for sparing him what may have been the end of his sex life forever. Sarah tossed the bottle onto the bed and stormed out of the room with me following.

As I followed her back to the bar area she stopped and pointed into another room. I caught up and took in the sight she wanted me to see. Tara was sucking on some guy’s cock. There was another guy, who I recognized from the restaurant earlier waiting his turn. He was stroking his dick and holding it toward her face while she sucked on the other guy’s cock. Tara was riding a Sybian and the second guy had the control pad playing with the buttons. Any concern I previously had about Tara were now long gone as she was obviously where she wanted to be. I watched for a minute and left as Tara put both dicks into her mouth moaning out as the Sybian kicked into a higher gear.

When I got back to the bar Sarah gave me a little hug when I sat down next to her. Two drinks were already prepared. She raised her glass and said, “You seem like a nice guy, you don’t need this shit”. I tipped my glass to her and said, "I don't think either of us needs this shit".

I told her I was going to leave and slammed back the rest of my drink. When I put the empty glass on the bar Sarah grabbed my arm and asked if I minded giving her a ride back to the restaurant I’d been at earlier. She and her husband were parked there and had gotten a ride over by Gene. I said no problem and she gathered up her purse before reaching over the bar and taking a full bottle from the rack. As she turned to walk by me toward the door she said, “Fuck him, fuck this crap, I deserve better”. I just shook my head and wondered what the ride back to the restaurant would be like since she was obviously pissed off and apparently ready to do some anger drinking.

As I opened my car door for Sarah, I saw Tara’s cell phone on the front seat plugged into the charger. When I said, “Damn, Tara left her phone in here”, Sarah grabbed it and tossed it into the driveway. She said, “Fuck that dirty whore, she’ll probably be fucking my husband later if he can wake up because that’s what he wants”. She paused, started to walk over pick it back up then turned around leaving it in the driveway.

I closed the door and got in the driver’s side. Sarah was already opening the bottle she had taken from the bar and asked me if I wanted some. Since I had already had enough and this night was definitely turning into something I did not expect, I said no.

As I pulled down the driveway Sarah took a small sip out of the bottle and then began to cry. When I got to the end of the drive I put the car in park and softly asked her, “Sweetie, if there something I can say or do for you”? She shook her head no and put the cap back on the bottle.

We drove in silence for a mile or so before she finally said something. She screamed out, “I can’t believe what a fucking idiot I am”! Bill apparently wanted to lock her in the box so he could go fuck other people all night. What she said made perfect sense to me because I had noticed the lock on the door of the box when we were in the basement. Not knowing what to say, I just told her to calm down and I would make sure she got home safe.

She turned to me and said, “I really don’t want to go home, can you just take me to a hotel”? Her question made me debate in my head before I replied, but I said, “I got an extra room if you want to crash”. She didn’t even hesitate in her joking response of, “Home James”. As she said it, I both regretted offering and at the same time was happy to have such a beautiful woman crash at my place.

Sarah actually wound up staying at my place a little longer than just one night. The following morning her husband called her phone about 100 times before she finally answered. They argued about what had occurred last night which led Sarah into telling him she wanted a divorce. Before hanging up and turning her phone off she told him last night was the final straw. She later explained to me all the problems she’d had with Bill over the years and I was impressed she had stayed with him this long.

Sarah asked if I minded her staying another night. She was afraid of what Bill might do so she didn’t want to go home just yet. She was going to give him a few days to calm down and hopefully realize she was serious about wanting a divorce. She also wanted to contact an attorney prior to seeing him and that would at least have to wait till Monday, so I ended up with a house guest for the weekend.

Sarah is still at my house two years later. The weekend we spent together proved to be a fantastic few days. We fell in love very quickly and will be getting married in the fall. As an added bonus, Sarah admitted she did get very turned on the night she did a strip tease for the “surfer” guy. This led to our exploring the lifestyle in another manner than what we’d experienced at Gene’s house.

We have since hooked up with two wonderful couples who are now very close friends. We have been on several mini vacations as a group, but those stories are for another time. Bill had to sell the house and Sarah got her half. He moved out-of-state and Sarah only heard from him the first Christmas after their divorce. He was drunk and begged her to give him another chance. She hasn’t heard from him since she hung up the phone laughing.

As for Tara, well Sarah still sees her occasionally during various function related to business. Sarah tells me Tara is not looking very good these days and appears to have aged 20 years. The rumor around her office is Tara is hooked on pills and has almost been fired a couple times for screwing up settlements. She will not be able to fuck her way out of the next screw up though because the new manager is a mother of two who does not put up with any type of crap. Unfortunately for Tara, she is not bi and has Tara on her radar to get rid of because Tara is a problem.

So, I went out with Tara thinking I had found someone special. As it turns out she led me to someone incredible. All I have to say is, “THANKS TARA”!

Submitted by” Localloversinit4fun

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