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Lynn could plainly see what type of man I was, and was a true sport in the matter. Setting aside the early hour and her own fatigue, she dutifully served up an enthusiastic blow job in which her power produced tears from the corners of her eyes. I would have been remiss if I didn’t get from her hairy goblet before stuffing it—-it’s a power of habit I guess. Here’s to hoping she wiped any remnants of Mr. Last Night’s DNA from her mud flaps as best as possible.