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By *amille66 OP Woman
over a year ago
Gerrards Cross London |
It’s always depressing when Christmas Day is over!
The carnage is left behind, feeling low, I decided to try some retail therapy to lift my spirits, it’s bound to cheer me up, isn’t it?
We’re in Tuscany, family villa, with the twinkling lights of Florence below. I’m here with all our family but we all have our own space and super fast wifi! Thank you God! As I open my Mac, my hotmail has the usual sales frenzy of emails. Ann Summers, hmmm a bit boring, Love Honey, hmmmm let’s try this one.
Oh hello, this looks interesting..... I’ve clicked the section marked Anal Toys. ....... |
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By *amille66 OP Woman
over a year ago
Gerrards Cross London |
I came across a red jewelled steel plug, it looked intriguing enough for me to make an impulse purchase there and then. Then came the anticipation of waiting for the postman to arrive.
The next day postman duly delivered my toy, my pulse raced as I removed it from its packaging. I decided to have a luxurious bath before lubricating my arse with some delicious aromatherapy oil
and slipping it in. It felt rather substantive and snug.
I decided to get dressed, cupless bra, cashmere jumper, tan leather above the knee skirt and tan suede long boots and decided to visit my local Waitrose for a shop. |
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By *amille66 OP Woman
over a year ago
Gerrards Cross London |
As I parked up and went go retrieve a trolley, a gust of wind lifted my skirt up, quite took me by surprise as the chill felt rather nice against my bum. Undeterred and clutching my shopping list I entered the store. I headed to the drinks section, fine red wines in particular. There was a rather nice Margaux on offer, on the bottom row, without a thought I bent down to take a close look. “I was going to take a look at that one myself”, a voice behind me uttered. I turned around and saw that he was looking admiringly at my bottom. “I do love a good red and this one is rather special “ he said as he ran his fingers over the plug and stroked my pussy. It felt so good as he eased two fingers into my wet pussy. I guess he was late 50s, greying hair, he smelt delicious. He has a large overcoat which shielded his hand from public glare. I continued to bend down and pushed my bum out even further up towards him. |
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