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Originally Posted by 348
First off, I'm Anna 40 years old. This happend when I was in the teens.
There was this mature guy called Peter who used to come and do handy work in our house when I was growing up. My parents liked him and he was skilled in quite a few areas so he was always popping by to do one thing or another. He wasn't overly handsome or anything, he was a bit grubby if anything and always smelt of paint or white spirit or of heat blasted metal. He was really tall though, over 6 foot and thin.
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My wife just loves the smell of heat blasted metal.