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When I was a teenager, we moved to a new neighborhood and one day walking past the barber shop I looked in and was taken by the look of the barber. It was a one man shop, he was maybe 40 something tall and blond and I couldn't stop thinking about him. I'd walk past the shop and I know he saw me. I so wanted to get my hair cut by him but, at that stage of my life, I was so unsure of myself I just couldn't do it. I would fantasize about him leaning over me his crotch rubbing against my hand. Me to afraid to move. HIm walking over and closing the shop coming back and kissing me as he caressed my cheek, opening his pants so his cock could be free and me wrapping my hand around him. So many times I thought of him and this vid brings it vback
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