Saturday

Saturday: Sally… Reflecting: . . . I was running late. I told my secretary to let her wait in my office, which got me a; “Are you sure Mr. Smithe.” I didn’t want Sally drawing[…]

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Aiming for amy 2

Amy lay near the lake sobbing for hours. Finally, she sat up and tried to figure out what she was going to do. She decided that first she should try to find her clothes and[…]

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Undies

Trent shivered a little as he pulled the razor over his chest while removing the last vestige of hair on his smooth tanned nineteen year old body! Stepping back under the shower, he rinsed away[…]

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