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It was the end of year concert. Welcome to being in a room of eager parents enthusiastic about little Billy or Susy singing off key about butterflies and fishing. I chose my outfit based only on the fact that it would be a million degrees and I'd be intimately acquainted with one of those hard orange chairs for the better part of two hours. A casual dress to beat the heat and a pair of shoes that allowed me to book it out at the end ahead of grandma and auntie so and so.
Can you tell it's not my first rodeo? I'm guessing this is at least number 12. After the obligatory pics and thumbs up I start to drift. Can you blame me? The mic doesn't work and the kids don't know their words so it's an adorably painful mime show.
It's about this time I start to look at the dads in the room. I zone in on one because he reminds me of you. The way you flex your jaw, how you dress, the stern but not mean look in your eye. He glances my way and gives me an understanding shrug as one of the kids sings louder than the rest. Embarassed that I was caught ogling, I sit back and dangle my shoe to keep myself occupied. I can't help but glance his way and see him giving me a, 'fuck woman', look and immediately my panties dampen.
I wonder if he can tell I have no bra on under this dress and only a scrap of fabric for panties? I wonder if he can tell I followed him to his car while the grade 4s rendition of 'School's out for summer' took centre stage because he reminded me of you?
I wonder what you'd think if I told you I fucked him bent over his open trunk because I was daydreaming of you?
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It was the end of year concert. Welcome to being in a room of eager parents enthusiastic about little Billy or Susy singing off key about butterflies and fishing. I chose my outfit based only on the fact that it would be a million degrees and I'd be intimately acquainted with one of those hard orange chairs for the better part of two hours. A casual dress to beat the heat and a pair of shoes that allowed me to book it out at the end ahead of grandma and auntie so and so.
Can you tell it's not my first rodeo? I'm guessing this is at least number 12. After the obligatory pics and thumbs up I start to drift. Can you blame me? The mic doesn't work and the kids don't know their words so it's an adorably painful mime show.
It's about this time I start to look at the dads in the room. I zone in on one because he reminds me of you. The way you flex your jaw, how you dress, the stern but not mean look in your eye. He glances my way and gives me an understanding shrug as one of the kids sings louder than the rest. Embarassed that I was caught ogling, I sit back and dangle my shoe to keep myself occupied. I can't help but glance his way and see him giving me a, 'fuck woman', look and immediately my panties dampen.
I wonder if he can tell I have no bra on under this dress and only a scrap of fabric for panties? I wonder if he can tell I followed him to his car while the grade 4s rendition of 'School's out for summer' took centre stage because he reminded me of you?
I wonder what you'd think if I told you I fucked him bent over his open trunk because I was daydreaming of you?
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It was the end of year concert. Welcome to being in a room of eager parents enthusiastic about little Billy or Susy singing off key about butterflies and fishing. I chose my outfit based only on the fact that it would be a million degrees and I'd be intimately acquainted with one of those hard orange chairs for the better part of two hours. A casual dress to beat the heat and a pair of shoes that allowed me to book it out at the end ahead of grandma and auntie so and so.
Can you tell it's not my first rodeo? I'm guessing this is at least number 12. After the obligatory pics and thumbs up I start to drift. Can you blame me? The mic doesn't work and the kids don't know their words so it's an adorably painful mime show.
It's about this time I start to look at the dads in the room. I zone in on one because he reminds me of you. The way you flex your jaw, how you dress, the stern but not mean look in your eye. He glances my way and gives me an understanding shrug as one of the kids sings louder than the rest. Embarassed that I was caught ogling, I sit back and dangle my shoe to keep myself occupied. I can't help but glance his way and see him giving me a, 'fuck woman', look and immediately my panties dampen.
I wonder if he can tell I have no bra on under this dress and only a scrap of fabric for panties? I wonder if he can tell I followed him to his car while the grade 4s rendition of 'School's out for summer' took centre stage because he reminded me of you?
I wonder what you'd think if I told you I fucked him bent over his open trunk because I was daydreaming of you?
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It was the end of year concert. Welcome to being in a room of eager parents enthusiastic about little Billy or Susy singing off key about butterflies and fishing. I chose my outfit based only on the fact that it would be a million degrees and I'd be intimately acquainted with one of those hard orange chairs for the better part of two hours. A casual dress to beat the heat and a pair of shoes that allowed me to book it out at the end ahead of grandma and auntie so and so.
Can you tell it's not my first rodeo? I'm guessing this is at least number 12. After the obligatory pics and thumbs up I start to drift. Can you blame me? The mic doesn't work and the kids don't know their words so it's an adorably painful mime show.
It's about this time I start to look at the dads in the room. I zone in on one because he reminds me of you. The way you flex your jaw, how you dress, the stern but not mean look in your eye. He glances my way and gives me an understanding shrug as one of the kids sings louder than the rest. Embarassed that I was caught ogling, I sit back and dangle my shoe to keep myself occupied. I can't help but glance his way and see him giving me a, 'fuck woman', look and immediately my panties dampen.
I wonder if he can tell I have no bra on under this dress and only a scrap of fabric for panties? I wonder if he can tell I followed him to his car while the grade 4s rendition of 'School's out for summer' took centre stage because he reminded me of you?
I wonder what you'd think if I told you I fucked him bent over his open trunk because I was daydreaming of you?
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I'm fucking hateful today....
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I'm fucking hateful today....
I'm fucking hateful today....
Take your hateful and pull a little more on that chain. God all are great but number 4 just captures you and your intensity.I'm fucking hateful today....
Oh..spank me. I love all your posts but I'm terrible at replies! Xo
Does this make up for it?
Oh..spank me. I love all your posts but I'm terrible at replies! Xo
Does this make up for it?