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Miss Billings was chatting to one of the customers leaning on the black counter top with her elbows her chin placed between open palms her blonde hair and spectacled eyes gave her the poor man’s Monroe look you stood behind her leaning your back against the wall hands in the pockets of your white overalls and what’s going to win the 3.30? she asked the horse in front the guy said she just stared does a horse with ***** run slower than a horse without? she asked never given it much thought he said she raised an eyebrow all I know is I like a young filly he said giving her a gaze you would she said I guess you’d like a mare? he said she stood up and stretched her arms in the air I’d rather ride my motorbike than a horse any day she said you studied her standing there her blonde tied back hair her red stockings and white ankle boots her curves and *** the bulge against her red knitted top of her big ******* and she rides it good you said to the guy opposite I bet she does he said laughing he knows **** she said giving you her stare I ride as I’ve always ridden hard and fast the best way he said you wondered if she would ever give you a break and smile or say something nice but she had the ability to freeze you out like a block of ice even though you dreamed of her at night **** naked in your bed playing games inside your head.
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Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 2:56 PM UTC
DREAMING OF MISS BILLINGS.
Miss Billings was chatting to one of the customers leaning on the black counter top with her elbows her chin placed between open palms her blonde hair and spectacled eyes gave her the poor man’s Monroe look you stood behind her leaning your back against the wall hands in the pockets of your white overalls and what’s going to win the 3.30? she asked the horse in front the guy said she just stared does a horse with ***** run slower than a horse without? she asked never given it much thought he said she raised an eyebrow all I know is I like a young filly he said giving her a gaze you would she said I guess you’d like a mare? he said she stood up and stretched her arms in the air I’d rather ride my motorbike than a horse any day she said you studied her standing there her blonde tied back hair her red stockings and white ankle boots her curves and *** the bulge against her red knitted top of her big ******* and she rides it good you said to the guy opposite I bet she does he said laughing he knows **** she said giving you her stare I ride as I’ve always ridden hard and fast the best way he said you wondered if she would ever give you a break and smile or say something nice but she had the ability to freeze you out like a block of ice even though you dreamed of her at night **** naked in your bed playing games inside your head.
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Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 2:56 PM UTC
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