She crouched down, almost squatting
To
stroke a small dog in the park
As
she did her full buttocks
Strained
the fabric of her shorts
And
I wanted her
When
she stood up
She
through back her hair from her face
As
she did the sunlight caught
The
fine blonde strands
And
I wanted her
She
reached behind her head
To
tie back her loose hair
Which
pushed her breasts tightly
Against
her cotton shirt
And
I wanted her
She
saw me looking at her
And
smiled at me coyly
Then
she waved to me, smiling
And
I wanted her
Luckily
she was my wife
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