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I had come to Italy to spend a weekend in lycra heaven with another lycra aficionado, a cute Italian guy. We had arrived in the only hotel in a distant village in the mountains, and already I had tried on his red fullsuit, the first of the many nice lycra suits my fellow had in his goodybag. And after a short break, giving my bulge time to flatten a little, I jumped in his next suit.
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