Nothing extraordinary, but a quick little story that fits here.
Back in college I lived in an apartment with my gf at the time and some other friends. It was a two level apartment and had one bathroom upstairs and one downstairs. One night we were having a party and for whatever reason the girls were rather dressed up. I had to use the bathroom and decided to head to the less busy upstairs bathroom. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, before I can even look up, I hear my gf’s best friend say “don’t look up my skirt.” Naturally, I look up and focus my gaze just below her waist where I can see a peek of white panties under her denim mini skirt every time she took a step.
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