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Feeling restless, I walked to the gas station a mile or so up the road and back for some coffee (decaf) and something sugary. Upon returning, I took off the top layer and stretched out in front of the fan on the floor (it's only around 70 outside, but even two miles at a leisurely pace in jeans and a shirt with three-quarter length sleeves can work up a bit of a sweat) in a camisole and jeans to watch the remainder of the Packers/49s game and enjoyed a small bag of melon rings. The result, of course, is that a small amount of sugar ended up falling upon my still sweaty chest.
Sometimes I'm tempted to get a boyfriend simply so he can apply some tongue to the locations I can't reach with my own.
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::rolls eyes:: I can hear the dirty-minds kick into overdrive from here, ya'll. What I'm referring to is, of course, my upper chest and bosom area, not the OTHER location(s). Oral is all well and good, but I have no desire to give it and I won't make anyone else do something I'm unwilling to do in return.
Sometimes I'm tempted to get a boyfriend simply so he can apply some tongue to the locations I can't reach with my own.
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::rolls eyes:: I can hear the dirty-minds kick into overdrive from here, ya'll. What I'm referring to is, of course, my upper chest and bosom area, not the OTHER location(s). Oral is all well and good, but I have no desire to give it and I won't make anyone else do something I'm unwilling to do in return.