Watching Me, Watching You
Her eyes followed the lines of his broad shoulders, his firm abdomen, his narrow hips, and stopped at his crotch.
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One day, I stood in our ‘laundry room’, busy folding and ironing clothes, when I glanced outside and saw the male party of our younger neighbors lounging on the couch in the back corner of their garden. He had one foot resting on the ground, the other stretched on the couch…
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