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Man o Man. Mrs. Peterman. Sweet Sweet Mrs. Peterman. Lived across the street for me from when I was 8 to about 15. She was good friends with my mom and this lady had the most perfect body in the world. I swear to god she would wear tight little booty shorts for me and my friends as we skateboarded in front of my house while she did her lawn work. In fact I think one of my earlier self releasing experiences was watching her do her lawn work. Anyways....Her bedroom was right across from mine. And one day I got to see those perfect and I do mean perfect boobs of hers. I just happened to be looking out my window at the exact time she took off her shirt and put a new one on. Man oh man, if I knew then what I know now....jeebus. I definetly would have been over there a lot more.
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