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He was a farmer, which I found so hot. Met him at the farmer’s market. I found his number in my box of strawberries–smooth move. With his beard and overalls, he reminded me of a hot Amish hipster. I called him, and he invited me for lunch at his farm. I hoped lunch also meant dessert, in the form of his cock.

As he led me around the property, showing me the paddock, the adorable goats, and the expansive land, I was barely listening. I was mesmerized by his tan, muscular arms and the way his jeans hugged his great ass. As promised, we had lunch, and he fed me strawberries after. The sweet juices ran down my chin, and he wiped them away, and we laughed. He gazed deeply into my eyes, and said he bet I tasted as sweet as the berries. I said he needed to find out, and leaned over and kissed him. He grabbed my face and kissed me deeply, and then licked my lips. Sweet, just like I thought, he said. I giggled and said my other juices are just as sweet. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the barn.

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In front of me is my favorite tv star from long ago, my first celebrity crush. I can’t believe he is right before my eyes, and he looks no older than when he was the star of that classic sitcom. All of a sudden, he shrinks and becomes tiny. I mean, so small, like the size of a pencil. He zips around me, flying like a fairy, and all of a sudden, he nosedives his tiny body down my panties!

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