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bouncing boobs.
On my daily peripatetic stroll I gaze a couple of young jogging
morochas (that is a lighter shade of black -
latino type of girl) coming my sorry way. Fortunately the one with the bigger, firmer set of puppies had no sports bra and allowed her breasts to gracefully accompain her gazelle-like motion. Such a powerful image, which later I had to read a buddhist text to purify myself from it, was a little
worn off by the sound of her yapping.
Hope you had a much better weekend,
