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Originally Posted by bjbud4u
You probably even liked going TO work more . . . just knowing you'd be having fun on your way home. And I bet the last hr of work you're checking your watch . . . and your crotch inside those suit pants is starting to cum alive . . . then, by the time you clock out and hit the car seat . . . that stiffy is on its way.
Yep . . . . them were the days.
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Haha it was more dicey than that...I was in the Navy (no "suits" lol) stationed out a Lakehurst NAS and I lived out in town, hence the drive home every afternoon. For obvious reasons I had to switch out of the uniform long before I ever arrived at the ABS. It was about 20 miles from base, and the only thing that would have pegged me for being military would probably been the shiny black shoes and the haircut.