Babs
‘Babs!’She looked in her mid-teens, but I knew differently - I had been at the Café on the day she came of age… twenty-one. Given the way she looked, tall and very willowy, I doubt she wore a bra and never displayed a VPL, so almost certainly wore a thong. Certainly she had an ass that was perfect. Eye wateringly, dribblingly so. Oh! And she flirted, outrageously. With everyone. Me included. Once unable to sleep, I had calculated that I was actually old enough to be her great-grandfather. As...
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