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June 16, 2010
Stacy: Ambush
He took a long time to look at me. His eyes started at my bare feet, traveled up my legs, took in the lacy panties, the barely there bra, the sheer lace robe. I felt his look as if it were a touch, my skin tingled and burned. Gods, it had been a long time.
He looked so good standing there, even in dusty boots, dirty jeans, a faded flannel shirt. His hair needed cutting, my hand itched to push it back from his forehead. His eyes finally met mine. Still so very blue.
Still filled with so much love.
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