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A series of stories with TG themes, dedicated to women, and to men who like women, and especially those who like to be women (which includes me!)

 

R is for Rita (aka 'Who was fooling who?')

by Bethany Jacques

 

After my debts began to mount, college fees and all that, one of my mates from Brum suggested I try to earn a little extra cash. I was surprised when he told me how. He said he'd done it and ended up with a couple of hundred extra most weeks, just for an evening's work.

"It's easy, James. You're a handsome man, use what you've got."

I'd had my doubts but I'd done it. I'd registered with an escort agency. My mate had lent me his dinner suit when, only a week after registering, the secretary there had rung me up.

"It's Mrs Kenyon, James. Very nice woman, In her fifties maybe, she's used us before. I think she'll like you, and you should enjoy the evening. She's like you to escort her to the theatre. In Stratford. It's the production of 'Romeo and Juliet', she'd got two tickets for the show.

'Show? Show?!' In no way should that production be referred to as a 'show'. And this woman had two tickets, to the 'must see' event of the year! The mind boggled, I could get to see the play, free for Pete's sake, and get paid for it into the bargain. And all I had to do was escort some older woman to the theatre, play at being her toy boy, something like that.

I'd been reassured by Victor that it would be just that - escort a woman to an evening out, dinner maybe or to the theatre. 'Mostly older women' he'd said. 'Lonely, maybe divorced or widowed, willing to pay for the company of a younger guy for the evening.'

I had to admit the idea of being paid and getting a more-than-decent meal inside me appealed. And to see that play too, no way was I ever going to be able to get tickets myself. I'd asked him one more thing though.

"Oh no" he'd said. "Not this agency, it's their policy. Like they say, 'No sex please we're British'. It's just the company, and showing off the toy-boy of course." He'd grinned. I could go with that. I rang the agency the next morning to say 'yes'.

"It's a 'Mrs Kenyon, James" said the girl from their office on the phone. "She's used us before, she likes to use a different escort each time. She's easily pleased, it seems, always gives the boys a good report and they seem to think well of her. She does seem to like younger men though, usually about half her age which fits you perfectly."

"So she's - hell - over fifty then?" I must have sounded doubtful.

"Yes, by a margin really. But an attractive woman by all reports. I've not met her, she always rings or writes. Don't let that worry you though, really, it's just one evening after all. And she pays of course. So - how about it, James? Have you a dress suit?"

I thought. No I hadn't. But I knew Victor wasn't actually 'on duty' that evening if you see what I mean. He was at a party with his girlfriend and wouldn't be wearing his dress suit for that kind of party. And the money was an attraction.

"OK then."

They gave me instructions to meet Mrs. Kenyon in the lounge of a hotel in Stratford. I arrived at seven prompt, wearing Victor's dinner suit and bow tie which fitted me pretty well, and made my way through the lobby of the hotel to the lounge. There were a few couples at tables and some business types discussing work over drinks. In the central area of the lounge, sitting on one of the plush settees, sat a middle aged lady pondering over a martini. On seeing me enter she turned and smiled as I strode towards her.

"Mrs. Kenyon? Good evening" I asked as I reached her.

"Please, call me Rita, and I'd like to call you James. It is James, isn't it?" she asked.

"That's right." I held out my hand to her, she shook it gently. She had probably spent quite some time in the beauty salon that afternoon I guessed, judging by her beautifully styled hair and her immaculate, though slightly heavy, make-up. I looked down at our hands together, especially at her elegantly-manicured and varnished long red nails.

"Pleased to meet you" I said, hopefully not sounding as embarrassed as I felt as I gently shook the hand of the woman I was to 'date', a woman quite some way older than my mother.

"The pleasure's all mine" she retorted as she stood up and we kissed on the cheek. "Please, do sit down and join me. What can I get you to drink?"

"Scotch and soda" I replied. She slid a note into my hand. OK, so I was the gentleman, I was to be seen to be paying. I could do that! A waiter took my order and hurried off to get it for me along with a replacement for Rita.

Rita turned out to be indeed some way over fifty. She was a mature woman with a rather voluptuous body which she obviously liked to emphasise. Her hair was clearly dyed, a deep auburn colour which I thought actually suited her. She was dressed in a rich purple silk blouse, which plunged almost indecently to reveal a sensational pair of very prominent and bulging breasts, and a tight black knee length skirt which split up the side to reveal a sexy amount of leg encased in black nylon stockings and high-heeled black stilettos.

The skirt was really much too short for a woman of her age though I had to admit it looked good on her. I had always rather liked the look of some kinds older women though I'd never actually been out with someone so old, but she did seem very attractive.

"You look very handsome James, I'm very impressed with the agency's taste." she commented.

"Thank you, you look gorgeous yourself" I replied. OK then, a bit of flattery but not too far-fetched I have to admit.

"Ah but you're paid to say that" she teased.

"Well, yes" I said staring her straight in the eye. "But only when it's true."

"So tell me about yourself, Rita" I asked after the waiter had brought our drinks. And with that we broke into friendly conversation, getting on very well indeed, very quickly. She told me she was divorced, very well off from it, lived from London and was treating herself to a few days away from the city bustle in and around the Cotswolds. Time passed quickly as we chatted over our drinks, eventually having to hurry into the theatre.

We got to our seats just in time as the lights dimmed and during the first act her hand occasionally slid rather suggestively onto my knee, squeezing it occasionally as the drama on stage increased. After more drinks during the interval her hand returned and crept a little higher as she leaned towards me. We both thoroughly enjoyed the performance and retired to the theatre bar again for another drink once the play was finished. Her interest in me was rather flattering but it began to worry me a little.

"You looked like you really enjoyed the production James" Rita commented as we sat at the bar. I couldn't help noticing, sitting there with her legs crossed she was revealing quite some amount of very attractive thigh through the stretched split in her skirt. She noticed me looking, and smiled.

"Very much, it's such a good production, one of the best I've seen."

"I find it such a romantic play" she said "it really turns me on."

That definitely worried me! OK so she was a gorgeous woman, extremely attractive and she didn't really look her age at all. But - it was what she'd said.

"Come on, my darling. I think it's time we left." Can you accompany me back to my hotel?"

We left half our drinks and headed back through the moonlit evening towards her hotel. As we strolled, hand in hand, she paused once or twice under the streetlamps and turned towards me. I guessed she was enjoying showing off to the other patrons who were leaving, demonstrating that even though she was an older woman she could still pull a younger man. On the last occasion, just outside the hotel entrance, she began to stroke my hand affectionately and to whisper in a very teasing manner in my ear about how handsome she found me, and how she hoped I was attracted to her.

I was determined to do the job right. On the one hand I realised I had to please her and get a good report back to the agency, and my fee. But I really didn't want to do what it seemed she was leading up to. I realised I had to make an impression though, to meet her half-way in a sense. And, much older though she was, Rita certainly was a fine figure of a woman. So I reached my hand to hold her bum lightly, and then ventured as far as to run my hand down her leg and through the split in her skirt, just up to the top of her stockings. She was still tantalisingly nibbling in my ear as I did this, I felt obliged to slide my other hand round to caress her breast through her silky blouse.

"Oooh, James, that is nice. I can't wait to get you upstairs" she whispered to me in a slightly husky, sexy voice. She held tightly onto my hand as we walked in and through the hotel lobby. I admit the drink had got to me a little, but I was certainly enjoying the flattery to an extent.

I pressed the button for the 3rd floor in the lift and as soon as the doors were shut she hugged me, burying her lips in my neck. OK, so I'd gone so far but Rita's intentions were clear. How was I going to get out of this without ending up with a poor report to the agency, and probably a reduced fee?

As the lift doors opened, Mrs Kenyon had to release me briefly to open her room door. I wanted to just give her a quick goodnight kiss on the cheek and make my exit, but clearly she wasn't going to be satisfied with that.

"Do come in, James" she said. Rita walked into the lounge and sat down on the settee, the split in her skirt opening up to reveal her long, luscious sexy legs.

"Take your jacket off, James my dear. Come and sit down." I wandered over and sat next to her.

"Mrs Kenyon. Rita, please, I need to explain."

"Later."

She leant over and began to kiss my neck which sent shivers through me. I have to admit I was quite considerably attracted to her and she was doing a very good job of seducing me. On the one hand I didn't really want to kiss her, on the other when she did touch her lips to mine and begin to caress my mouth with her tongue, pushing in gently to French kiss me, my resistance was rather feeble.

'OK James', I thought to myself, 'one final heavy snog, enjoy this, then get out'. I leaned over to forcefully push my own tongue between Rita's luscious lips and again began to caress her breasts.

Her hands began to unbutton my shirt and pull it from my pants. She began to kiss my chest and slowly worked her way downwards as I actually enjoyed running my fingers through her silky hair. Her fingers crept to the belt and buckle on my trousers and began to undo them.

'STOP!' I thought.

"Er - Mrs Kenyon. You're a gorgeous woman, really, I mean it, but ...."

She sat up and looked straight into my eyes.

"James, do you mean that?"

"I do, really Rita, it's just that this is my first job with the agency and I don't want ..."

She interrupted me again. "James. Look here." She began to unbutton her blouse, revealing even more of her cavernous cleavage. I just KNEW I'd have to get out, right there and then, this was becoming just too tempting.

"James, look at my pendant." I refocused on the gold locket as she held it just inches in front of her magnificent boobs. It glistened. It spun.

"Look at the locket, my dear. Look closely..." Rita was speaking quietly, gently, carefully, slowly, oddly. Somehow it didn't seem like a woman's voice at all. I breathed in sharply.

"James my dear. Listen very carefully. I know you're attracted to me and lust after me, that's what this body is built for. To tease and please men. But, for the rest of the evening, don't think of my age. Don't think of me as old, just think of me as a woman. And whatever you see between my legs, well, you know what to expect down there so be sure that's what you see. After all, looking like this, I must be built like any other woman, mustn't I?"

"Yes Rita." Was it me saying that? Well, yes it was and no it wasn't.

"And in the morning when I've gone, when the effect of this trance has worn off, you'll remember everything. Now, look at the pendant again, see it flickering, look closely...."

I juddered. I was staring at Mrs Kenyon's breasts, at the most sensational pair of tits I'd ever seen in my life.

"Rita, I just have to kiss you again!" I almost shouted, pulling her close and embarking on the longest, most sensual kiss I'd ever experienced in my life. OK, so she was older than me, but what the hell!

As we parted, breathless, Rita reached down to my waistband again and rapidly had my belt and buckle undone. Unzipping me slowly she then got off the settee and knelt in front of me. Her hands moved to the waistband of my trousers and pulled them down as I lifted my hips to help her remove them, and my shoes and socks. Now, clad only in my silk boxer shorts, she sat next to me again and slid her hand inside as our lips met yet again. We both moaned softly as she gripped my stiffening rod and began to rub it smoothly. It quickly grew to its full length and she let out an appreciative sigh as she fondled its full girth.

"My, James, I haven't seen a cock quite so thick for such a long time. I hope it will fit!" she joked, teasing and caressing my rock-hard penis as she smiled joyfully at me. She has a wonderful smile!

My own hand slid down over her blouse and began to fondle her full breasts through the purple silk. Opening two of the buttons with one hand I slid my other hand inside and gently rubbed her nipples through her lacy bra. I moved her top to one side to free her breast and caress the soft flesh unhindered. Undoing the remaining buttons on her blouse I pulled it open to expose her chest, the nipples on her exposed breasts jutting out noticeably. I undid the central clip on the plunging purple bra she wore. I could still see that both nipples were deep red, and hard, and stiff.

"Fabulous" I murmured.

As her breasts swung free I took one of her nipples gently between my teeth and began to tease it with my tongue, much to Rita's obvious delight, whilst I rubbed her other breast with my hand. We moved round so we lay next to each other on the settee and Rita continued to pull on my swollen penis as I moved one hand of mine down and began to rub her nylon clad leg. Slowly I worked my way upwards above her knee, along the split in her skirt and up onto her thigh. Further still my hand travelled along the split to the top. I pushed it under the skirt and further up her leg. Our tongues continued to lock and our heavy breaths mingled all the while. My hand found the white of her thigh above her stocking tops.

"Mmm, very nice, Rita" I murmured as I caressed her stocking top and upper thigh with my hand.

"I thought you might like them. I think wearing stockings is so sexy" she said as I trailed my fingers along the line of her suspenders. She lifted her leg and my hand moved round to the inside of her thighs and continued its journey. Pausing at the top of her thighs my hand circled her soft flesh and Rita gasped in anticipation.

"Don't stop there, my darling" she urged sexily as I paused. "Let your fingers enjoy themselves."

I let them travel further until they brushed her over her smooth purple thong. Rubbing gently I could feel her warmth through the material and pulled it to one side to explore further. She moaned loudly as I began to rub her long, stiff clitoris with my middle finger before probing inside her arse as her beautifully painted long fingernails began to wank me faster.

Pulling my hand away gently she looked questioningly at me. I just smiled and began to move down the settee. I moved in between her legs and ran my hands up to her thighs.

"Pull your skirt right up" I said and she did so without question.

Pulling her thong down she lifted her knees to help me get them off and still kept them together as I dropped them to one side. Placing one hand on each knee I gently prised her stocking-clad legs apart. She lay before me, her blouse open with breasts exposed, her skirt was up around her waist and her erect clit glistened and beckoned to me, it must have been at least eight inches long. Rita lay smiling gently at me with a look of pure sex in her eyes.

"Make me climax, James, it's been a long time."

"I have every intention of doing just that, my lover, and more than just the once."

My hands worked their way along her inner thighs once more and met at her hot erection. I pulled her balls down and bowed my head towards her. Poking my tongue out it touched her clit to lick the liquid beginning to ooze from her slit as she pulled me towards her.

Rita gasped slightly. "James, oh James, I'm going to cum!"

I swallowed her clitoris deep inside me and she groaned loudly as I sucked at her sweet, freely flowing juices. She began to grind her hips into my face as I continued to lick at her and clawed at her hair. Her whole body bucked uncontrollably as she pushed her groin against my face whilst crying out in sheer delight. I delighted in swallowing her love-juices, wondering why I'd not had such a beautiful and erotic experience with any of my previous girlfriends, then I moved up and lay beside her again.

"I know I said it had been a long time but I never thought anyone could make me come like that" she said breathlessly.

"Mrs Kenyon, I'm so pleased. And you've got the most gorgeous clitoris I've ever seen on a woman, I love it" I said.

Her hand began to creep to my crotch again and slipped inside my boxers. After wilting slightly while I'd been sucking her clit, she soon rubbed me back to full length.

"My turn, darling" she murmured.

Rita rolled off the settee from where she lay and knelt on the floor next to me. Discarding her blouse and loose bra totally she leant forward and pulled down my boxer shorts to expose my straining cock. Sliding my shorts off completely then, she took me in hand again and gently rolled back my foreskin to expose my knob. Slowly lowering her head, whilst smiling at me as she did so, she extended her tongue and touch the tip of my cock with the tip of her tongue.

Shivers ran through me as she made contact and then I was in heaven as she closed her soft wet glossy lips around it and began to suck me off. Her warm saliva ran down my shaft as her silken mouth caressed my yearning cock. I climaxed violently - I had to. No man can take treatment like that from such a sexy woman and not do so! Presently she stopped. I was done. Boy, was I done!

Taking my hand she stood up and I stood up to face her.

"Let's go to the bedroom" she said " I want you to screw me like I've never been screwed before."

"It would be a pleasure my love."

I led her through to the master bedroom and we stood by the huge bed. I unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor. I was now completely naked and she just wore her stockings and suspenders.

"Would you like me to keep them on?" she asked.

"You look fantastic in them, and they feel wonderful. Ok, Rita my darling, onto the bed" I instructed.

She turned and lay on the bed.

"Open your legs wider." She was a sight to behold as I knelt down on the bed behind her and wrapped my lips round her still wet clitoris again.

"Oooh" she gasped as I did so. But this was just a temporary measure to make sure she was ready for me and soon I stopped. She pushed her hips back towards me in anticipation of what she was about to receive.

"Are you ready Rita" I teased, stretching out her anticipation as I moved towards her welcoming hole, erect cock in hand.

"God yes, stop doing this to me and get on with it" she pleaded. I pressed the tip of my erection at the edge of her arse lips and ran it slowly up and down her groove.

"James, my love, I'm going to go out of my mind if you don't screw me right now." I couldn't let her wait any longer. Pausing at her entrance with my cock resting between her lips I took hold of her hips with both hands and pushed hard.

Rita groaned as I forced my hard rod into her. Once completely buried to the hilt I paused again while she came to terms with my intrusion and then began to push slowly in and out of her, she felt fantastic. My rhythm quickly increased and Rita pushed back onto me with increased vigour as I pumped into her. I clasped her arse and rubbed at her silky stocking clad thighs, humping her hard as she buried her head in the duvet.

I pulled out, turned her over and climbed in between her legs. I pulled them up over my shoulders and Rita grabbed my cock, which was still coated in her juices, and guided me back into her. I pushed into her forcefully in one fast hard stroke, making her cry out in delight and pain as it probed her depths.

"Come on Rita, let yourself go" I encouraged, not that she needed much encouragement.

With that she really began to scream out loud. We were lucky it was a well soundproofed room otherwise the whole floor would have heard.

"Harder James," she pleaded desperately between cries. Happy to oblige I plunged harder still into her as she slid her legs from my shoulders and wrapped them around the small of my back to help pull me harder into her. God she was horny.

"I'm coming, James" Rita gasped between breaths as I continued relentlessly and I could feel myself that familiar tingling behind my balls warning me of my own approaching climax.

Rita clawed mercilessly at the bed-sheets as her orgasm racked through her, her clit shooting her hot wet cum messily up and over her voluptuous tits. Her climax seemed to go on for ages and all the while I could feel mine coming ever closer as I continued to screw her all the way through her own peak.

"I'm nearly there Rita" I gasped heavily myself.

"Yes come on baby!" she urged, pushing her hips up eagerly to meet my thrusts.

I shoved my cock in to the limit as my cum shot forth, hard, deep inside her. Yes!! I fell forward, exhausted, as she buried her tongue deep within my mouth again. We lay next to each other as we gathered our breath.

"James, my lover, I need to shower and change. I've not done with you yet, though I've had more than my money's worth already!"

I stared into her beautifully made-up eyes, she was smiling. So was I.

"Rita, I'm spent, I've never had such erotic sex with such a gorgeous woman!"

I closed my eyes as we kissed tenderly, then I lay still, content, satisfied, not sleeping but just resting as I heard her moving round in the adjoining bathroom. I may have dozed slightly but I stirred when I heard movement in the bedroom behind me. I turned, and gazed in wonderment at the sight before me.

"You like?" she asked teasingly.

Rita was standing in the doorway . She was wearing a long silky gold negligee which covered whatever other lingerie she might have been wearing. I gasped.

"Oh my God, Mrs Kenyon. I'm in heaven." I could feel my cock rapidly swelling again, very rapidly indeed.

She smiled provocatively and opened her negligee to reveal a red-and-gold trimmed half-cupped basque and G-string. The cups in her basque pushed together and lifted and exposed her magnificent breasts, her nipples teasingly half-revealed. It accentuated her sensuous curves, the attached suspenders led down to lace topped sheer stockings which in turn ran down to perilously high gold stilettos.

"The night is still young, my lover!" she teased, reaching down to pick up the two glasses she had brought from the other room.

She nestled on the bed beside me while I feasted my eyes on her wondrous body, kissing and nuzzling her neck as I sipped my scotch. She was caressing my upper thigh, I couldn't help watching her explorations as her beautiful fingers slid up to tease my erect organ.

"I do so like young men, James, though I have to say you are by far the sexiest guy I've bedded for a long, long time."

I kissed her neck gently. OK so she'd had other lovers but I didn't care. Right there and then she was mine. I took her empty glass and put it with mine on the bedside table, wrapping my arms round her and wondering just how much of this was lust and how much was love. I leant forward and ran a hand up her inner thigh and gently stroked her long clitoris, erect once more, through the lacy gold G-string. She opened her legs willingly as I slipped my hand under her and stroked her through her silky gusset. She gasped and threw her head back with eyes closed as I reached back and rubbed her damp arse-lips through the thin material. I stopped and she opened her eyes to see why.

"Turn around" I said, and she did as requested.

"Bend over" I continued.

Again she complied, gripping tightly onto the bed-head in front of her. I caressed her protruding bum with my hands and again slid one hand underneath to rub her through her panties. She began to moan again as I recommenced my actions. Slowly I dragged her G-string down, helping her wriggle out of them before rubbing her now exposed fanny which glistened before me and beckoned me to touch it. I slid one finger, then two, inside her and she gasped lovingly as they worked their way in and out of her. I cuddled behind her and pushed my face up close to her hole. She could obviously feel my hot breath on her and held her own breath in anticipation. She let out a long slow moan as my tongue gently trailed across her arse-lips and she pushed herself back onto my face.

"Yes, just there" she hissed as I buried my tongue deeper into her and began to lick her hard.

My fingers burrowed inside her again and I licked her lovely ring as I found her g-spot. This drove her mad and she came almost instantaneously, pushing desperately against me as her orgasm reverberated through her entire body and her cum shot all over the bed. As her convulsions continued I quickly forced my stiff cock all the way into her. She cried out in ecstasy as her orgasm lengthened whilst I humped her furiously.

"Oh my God, James, my darling, fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck your lover ...ooh!"

Rita's shuddering went on for ages as I grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto me, my hands roaming across her suspenders and stocking clad thighs. Finally it subsided slightly and she gasped for breath between groans as I continued to pump into her. I was amazed at her stamina and my own, we'd been fucking hard for over an hour almost continuously and there didn't seem to be any sign of the end of it. I withdrew briefly, she seemed disappointed.

"Don't worry darling, here I cum again" I joked.

I lay her on her back and moved on top, spreading her legs once more and lifting her backside off the bed for deeper penetration as I went in once more. I quickly built up a strong rhythm till I was pounding into her as deep and as fast as I could muster. I could see her own organ swelling yet again and managed to move one hand between our bodies to help wanking her. Our fingers met and jostled as me both fingered her and aroused her, I could see the tight foreskin on her clitoris glistening as its skin stretched tightly.

"Suck my heels my lover, suck my fuck-me stilettos" she asked me.

I slipped my lips round her gold stilettos and found the experience strangely erotic, whereas the effect it had on her was to make her even hornier and buck against me harder still. Then she wrapped her silken legs around my back as we both groaned equally loudly and again I could sense that my climax would soon be arriving. Rita had another orgasm herself and then, realising mine was near by my shortened breathing and quicker short strokes, she pushed me back out of her.

My legs shuddered as she took me in hand and wanked me furiously, wrapping her lips and tongue around the end of my knob until my semen shot forth. She swallowed most of it hungrily and sucked me dry. We kissed. I tasted semen on her luscious red lips, my semen, hers, my first cocktail of the night.

"Rita, you are without a doubt the most fuck-able woman I've ever met."

She smiled, we kissed. It was after three in the morning and I was shattered, and really so was Rita. We kissed more, we cuddled together, we slept.

I woke as the bright sunlight hit the bed. Rita was still sleeping beside me, still looking gorgeous. My mind flitted back, to the most erotic sex of my life, to Rita at the theatre proudly showing off her magnificent breasts, to her undressing and our love-making, to her in her sexy gold lingerie. And - I remembered everything. All of it. That swirling pendant!

I remembered her cock, her gorgeous cock and the cum it had shot and I had tasted, and I remembered the thrill as I had penetrating her arse and cum inside her. Inside HER. I reached round to touch and caress her cock. She stirred.

"Good morning, Rita" I muttered.

She looked up at me, realised where my hand was. She looked worried. Suddenly she was aware that I knew. Whatever trance she'd used the previous night had indeed been short-lasting. And since I'd woken up and was aware of the trick that had been played on me, there was a look of concern on the beautiful face in front of me. Maybe, just maybe, I might be angry. Maybe I'd resort to violence at such an outrageous piece of trickery. I needed to reassure - her - quickly.

"Hell, James, I meant to leave, I didn't want you to...."

I put a finger on her lips to quiet her.

"Don't worry darling." I kissed her tenderly, then more passionately as my hands moved round her to fondle her gorgeous prosthetic breasts. OK so they were falsies but they felt wonderful.

"I'm sorry, I misled you, it was wrong of me."

"I'm glad you did. I've never had such a passionate and erotic night of love-making in my life. Whatever you have between your legs, Rita, to me you're a gorgeous, sexy, slightly-older woman."

She smiled. She kissed me. I responded very positively and felt her hand slide down to cup my balls, to begin to stroke my cock to erection once more.

"I hope you're going to give the agency a positive feedback on my performance."

"I don't think I'll be using the agency again, James. I won't need to."

"Too right, Mrs Kenyon. Now, open your legs wide......"

 

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