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Pull them down dear, I need to get my hands on it..π₯΅
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My husband will be gone for two nights, Iβve been waiting for this for so long..
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Sometimes I don't wear panties under my skirt when using the public transportation buses that go to the university area. Taking a seat opposite female students. When one of them looks at me, I slowly pull up my skirt. Some of them look away straight away or giggle and whisper to their friends. But sometimes one of them really watches me pulling up my skirt and slowly spreading my legs. A few days ago, when the bus was quite empty, a young woman in her early 20s sat opposite me and looked intently between my spread legs at my shaved wet pussy. Then she looked me straight in the eye and slowly unbuttoned her jeans until I could spot her pink panties with a wet spot. Just before the university stop, she buttoned her jeans again and got off. On the way to the exit, she touched me briefly and said: "I take this bus every morning. Except Thursday". Written by: tumblr.com/tracycloud
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First encounter.. β€οΈβπ₯β€οΈβπ₯
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Please me, please.. ππ
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A little girl standing by a swing, A simple prayer that comfort brings, Her footsteps pass from winter to spring, Her hopes for new life held by a string. Inside her head she deftly creeps, Its quiet walls she safely keeps, In there she sees the face so sweet, That watches over her while she sleeps.
A teenage girl by a swing, Waiting for the summer to bring, A calm relief for her suffering, From her broken heart kept in a sling. The road is hard and the path is long, And it's hard to find where she belongs, A journey like this can be lifelong, "Keep straight to the path and stay ever strong." A woman now stands by a swing, Her young daughter and her husband sings, She's learned all that these years could bring, And upon her fourth finger a golden ring. The years fly by and she still keeps, A quiet place to see the face so sweet, Though her prayers are bigger and tend to repeat, She makes doubly sure they are always complete. An old woman stands by a swing, The age and wrinkles that time always brings, Her daughter amazed by the songs she still sings, One hand always open like a sheltering wing. And one night her heart slips, All to do with one little trip, To life and this world she loosens her grip, One last prayer written on her lips. A group of people stand in a ring, A mournful chorus they quietly sing, A small photograph and a golden ring, Can't be all that's left of the girl and the swing.
A Girl and A Swing by Lauren Jerry
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Talk dirty to me..β€οΈβπ₯ππ₯΅
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The girl next door..β€οΈβπ₯π¦πββοΈ
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Girls night out..β€οΈβπ₯
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I think weβre alone now..
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Good morning ladies..
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New beginnings... π¦
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