fittness

A few years back I had the pleasure of working in the thriving metropolis of Toronto where housing costs a fortune and jobs that paid more than minimum were scarce unless you had a masters degree. I worked in a cozy little store with about eight others. One of the eight was this very cute looking Italian young woman named Angela. She had straight, shoulder length hair, big brown eyes, pouting lips and the most lovely face. >From what I could tell she didn’t fit the C cup range, she was quite small in that...

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