Blue shirt. Blue eyes. Stockings on her thighs. A wisp of wind in her hair, and me outside – I must stare. At her busom. Her cleavage. Slightly askew. One pointing at me. One pointing at you? No bra needed says the halter top rage. Turns me into an animal, and I’m in no cage.
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