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We could be reading your letter live on the air, just like I'm going to read this one right here, right now. Could be yours. You never know. Buckle up and hold on tight. We got it for you. Here it is, the strawberry letter. Thank you, nephew's subject, the back seat and the barbershop. Dear Stephen Shirley, I'm a married woman in my late 40s. I have a boyfriend that's five years younger than I am, and he's also married. He's a co-owner of a barbershop, and that's where we met. That's where I met him. We've been seeing each other for a few weeks, and he's got long work hours, so we have to have sex whenever and wherever we can. The first time we were intimate, it was magical.

I made an appointment to get my lock shampooed, and I had no idea it would be done by a big

handsome man with magical fingers.

Wow.

We were the only two in the barbershop, and he asked me to remove my turtleneck so it wouldn't get wet.

I knew he was flirting because I'd never been asked to remove my shirt to get my hair washed.

I did it, and I leaned back in the chair with my ample bosom spilling out of my black lace bra.

He told me that he is all all man and my breasts were making it

hard for him to work. He leaned against me while he shampooed my hair, and I could feel it

pressed up on my arm. It was at eye level, so as he shampooed my hair, I did what I had to do.

Since then, I've been going by his shop a few days a week.

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