Debbie
Persnickety slattern
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- Feb 4, 2001
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"With a loud thump a large sack landed on my carefully stacked but now sooty pile of logs. As I stared at it in wonder it was followed slowly by a pair of black stiletto heeled pumps with 4 inch heels, at the end of a pair of slim long lovely legs. The hem of a red mini dress stopped about 6 inches from what I assumed was the Promised Land.
“Oh God… now I’m stuck! Don’t just sit there gawking… help me you wanker!” The voice was decidedly female and sounded very pissed off while still managing to sound sexy. It was also American.
Scrambling from the couch I examined the problem from a closer range which was definitely no hardship. Those legs were absolutely outstanding. I was now very keen to see the rest of the critter that was jammed in my chimney. Leaning into the hearth I wrapped my arms around the slender legs and started to pull. My efforts were having the desired result when a fresh wave of cursing made me stop and look up. My visitor wore black lace underwear of amazing quality and sheerness. From what I could see my visitor was most definitely a she… a she who visited a waxing salon with regularity. Her skirt had caught and was now rucked up around a very shapely pair of hips I stood and ogled… I couldn’t help it. "
http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=76173
“Oh God… now I’m stuck! Don’t just sit there gawking… help me you wanker!” The voice was decidedly female and sounded very pissed off while still managing to sound sexy. It was also American.
Scrambling from the couch I examined the problem from a closer range which was definitely no hardship. Those legs were absolutely outstanding. I was now very keen to see the rest of the critter that was jammed in my chimney. Leaning into the hearth I wrapped my arms around the slender legs and started to pull. My efforts were having the desired result when a fresh wave of cursing made me stop and look up. My visitor wore black lace underwear of amazing quality and sheerness. From what I could see my visitor was most definitely a she… a she who visited a waxing salon with regularity. Her skirt had caught and was now rucked up around a very shapely pair of hips I stood and ogled… I couldn’t help it. "
http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=76173
