Many years ago, but still vivid in my memory, is an incident. A former girlfriend was ascending a staircase directly in front of me. I was very close to her. Suddenly, and I am sure knowing what she was doing, she flipped up he skirt to pull her panties out from between her cheeks. For a moment I enjoyed a glimpse of the nethermost bulges on either side of her redolent fur covered cleft, clearly damp, and framed by her cheeks, before she let the fabric snap back into place.
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