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The mirror stood in front of me. My heart hammering, i thrust my arms upwards, wiggling my hips until my trousers and pants gathered around my scrawny knees. Turning round, with a wry smile, i peered over my shoulder, And there it was - my lovely bum.
Best of all...I enjoyed wearing my particularly frilly knickers...over a fine and starchily laundered pair of Victorian cotton bloomers.Hmmmmmm....come feel their matronly yet yeilding stiffness.
Only a particularly turgid uncle would be able to
persuade the pimply staff of the nearest Starbucks to refresh his underwear. The chafing wasn't unpleasant
, but it did leave boils around the undercarriage. It woulddn't have mattered but within a few hours these 'boils' had turned to
petty crime and hoodie wearing in the shopping centre, shouting \
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mr stenwence - mimbo
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Harold Bishop - Alice Bible
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