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Monday, March 31st, 2008I follow the path only from the bend in the pavement and I can smell the water of the Willamette River, clean and crisp, as it rushes by me. I can hear the creatures of the night and of the woods talking to each other, I can smell the soft earth from recent rainfall, and I can even taste the newness of the air on my tongue.My sensitive body feels the water in the cold air, and my mind strays from my current occupation to think of other wild milf sex things that it shouldn’t. A song plays in my head and my steps change so that my hips move to the rhythm and my heart seems to keep the beat.Startled from my thoughts when a low branch skims over my short brown hair, I orient myself to black milf sex white the bends in the trail and the few lights from free mature lady across the river.