Meg And I Went For A Walk And Then
A few weeks ago, Meg, my fifty-year-old wife, and I were going for a walk down a local track. She already had her shorts on, and I asked if she intended to wear her pink track jacket."Yes, why do you ask?" she said, frowning."Any chance of you not wearing a bra?"I had been trying for a while to get Meg to be bolder about how she dresses but hadn't had any luck. Imagine the shock when she said, "Okay," willingly.From the moment Meg put the jacket on, I admired the way she looked. When she moved,...
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