He sat in a coffee shop looking at a newspaper but couldn't get past the first sentence in the lead story. His mind kept drifting back to her pink panties, the way the soft cotton molded around her pussy lips, the way those lips bulged against the panties when she spread her legs. And then-and then, oh my-the way the cotton stretched over her perfect bottom, he could never resist running his hands over her ass. He smiled when he recalled that first time he rubbed the marks left by her panties...

 

 

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