She found it exciting that someone would be happy looking at her panties. Unchecked anger is an unhealthy emotional neuroses. All bullies are tough on the outside to cover up their inner insecurities. She was a man hating bully, and I would use her hatred against her. I was merely another pesky boy in the crowd of male misfits. Lucky for me butch Betty didn't remember me from high school. With a silent sigh of relief I retrieved my notes then poured some stale potato chips into my plastic Tupperware along with the two pint bottles of doctored Poland Springs water. I was so embarrassed I think my entire face was lit up brighter then a Christmas tree. One of the times we were doing our waltz I was doing the chest fly machine (which was pointed right at her) and she caught me looking. She sometimes wears a tight fitting tank top and I can see the outlines of her stomach and how smooth and flat it is, what I would not give just to stroke my fingers around her belly button.
Her butt is not to big and not to small but just the right size. He looked awfully depressed about something yet as soon as he sensed that I was watching him he looked my way and smiled."What's up dad?" I asked bluntly, "And don't tell me that there's nothing wrong, you barely ate a thing and you've been sitting there with a face a mile long." Tactful as ever, eh Ronnie?" dad. Ten minutes later we were sitting down in the living room with a glass of wine and a long evening ahead of us, taking a sip of my wine I looked at my.
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