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An amazing thing happened to me at lunch time, I can still hardly credit it.
I was walking back from town, getting an eyeful of a dolly-birds bum as she walked in front, wearing a micro skirt. She stumbled and I heard an 'oops' as she dropped her purse.
She stopped and bent to pick it up, oblivious to the fact that there was someone behind her. Her skirt rode up, right over her stocking tops. I couldn't take my eyes off as the thin delicate fabric rose over the soft tanned skin of her thighs revealing the white frilly panties. Her large breasts swayed as she turned to me and said in a sultry husky voice , 'sorry I didnt mean to get in your way, but while I am down here, is there anything I can do?'
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Did she pull up yer socks and sort yer velcro trainers then?
Who has time? Who has time? But then if we do not ever take time, how can we ever have time?
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