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Going To The Barber

Cleavage is in the air, her breasts are there on show, strategically ripped T-shirt divides my attention, “Yes I’m impressed by the size of that chest.” ¹ Like a drunk Dean Martin I think “Thanks for the mammaries.” She’s in sales, her body clinches the deal, she calls me Peter, says “You’re haircut looks so attractive I’d go out on a date with you but I’m already taken.” I feel flattered but manipulated as her husband cuts my hair. Pete Dowe




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