The Mirror on the Ceiling
“Dude, what are you looking at?” she asked.I was flat on my back, and she was standing over me, looking down at me. I could very easily see straight up shorts to her shaved kitty. She was the personal trainer my wife and I had hired to come to our house and help us learn a new exercise regimen, so we could shed a few pounds before taking off on vacation to Puerto Vallarta.I tried to pretend I was not really the pervert I really was. My wife was just outside the front door, working on lunges.I...
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