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She wasn't a high school sweetheart. She was a high school flame. We'd hooked up going to separate boarding schools in the same town. Back then it was via letters. Then one Christmas I got a card from her. I decided to see her next time I made it to her town, just two hours down the road. It didn't take long and when she made the first move, I responded.
This is such an evocative video which brings back fond memories of me dressing up in my mother's underwear back in the s. I used to put on several of her petticoats, "tent-pole" my erection and then wank myself off through the celanese and the frills. Thank you. I assume you're in the UK. I'm south London. Would love to meet.