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Shock firstly followed by awe a crow's mocking caw as the blouse comes off & then the bra tossed now nonchalantly aside the flighty flirty skirt yanked down and of course the knickers ...follows. Blouse and skir leaping over the wall bra being worn by an apple tree the knickers being led up the garden path. "Ok..!" I say "...oK!" "Enough is ENOUGH!" The wind is in a silly mood. I chase it chasing me I trying to catch the scattered clothes. The line looking almost naked. ** ** shouts the wind enjoying itself immensely. All that remains toeing the line are a blue boxers and yellow socks who have manfully withstood the wind's assaults. The wind chanting: "Get them off..get them off!" like a drunk punter at a striptease show. The wind drops and drops the stolen items. The line smiling with all of its skewed pegs looking shameful and gormless at the wind's misdemeanour. "I was only trying it on!" sulks the wind. "Trying to get in touch with my feminine side!" Knickers in hand I slam the door in its protesting face. "A cross dressing wind... ....that's all I need!"
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
NORTH NORTH west...
Shock firstly followed by awe a crow's mocking caw as the blouse comes off & then the bra tossed now nonchalantly aside the flighty flirty skirt yanked down and of course the knickers ...follows. Blouse and skir leaping over the wall bra being worn by an apple tree the knickers being led up the garden path. "Ok..!" I say "...oK!" "Enough is ENOUGH!" The wind is in a silly mood. I chase it chasing me I trying to catch the scattered clothes. The line looking almost naked. ** ** shouts the wind enjoying itself immensely. All that remains toeing the line are a blue boxers and yellow socks who have manfully withstood the wind's assaults. The wind chanting: "Get them off..get them off!" like a drunk punter at a striptease show. The wind drops and drops the stolen items. The line smiling with all of its skewed pegs looking shameful and gormless at the wind's misdemeanour. "I was only trying it on!" sulks the wind. "Trying to get in touch with my feminine side!" Knickers in hand I slam the door in its protesting face. "A cross dressing wind... ....that's all I need!"
donall-dempsey
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
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