the stubble was rubbing against the cotton as the few mischievously surreptitious drops of pee had made a small wet circle on the new panty. oh those drops always escape the last ditch dabbing, don't they?

travel had forced the sharp and hard growth on the misty mounds ensconced in fresh cotton.

onsite consultants had missed the delivery and escalations were flying all over. as the lone platinum level consultant in the sma...

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