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I open my eyes and stare into the brightness of the sun. My covers have come off of me during the night. I can barely see, as it is so bright, and the sun is starting to hurt my eyes.

I pull the blinds, groping for them with one hand. I wish that I had a pair of sunglasses on and that I didn’t have to sit there and look at something that was just so damned bright.

I get up, tossing the blankets from me as I sleep.

I’m naked, except for a pair of socks. For some reason my skin near my feet is rather sensitive and if I even begin to nick a nail there or something, the blood begins to flow. Not like stigmata, but close enough.

The windows are open, and there is a warm breeze coming through the window, caressing my body, tickling my nipples, making them peak.

There is no one out there, no one who cares to watch me, but it just feels so good, not to have clothes on, not to be constrained by something. Normally when we all go off to work, there must be something that we all must wear, a business suit of some sort.

Whether it is a full business suit or even just a bathing suit if we work at a tanning salon.

Now canlı bahis şirketleri we have all had that fresh-out-of-the-tub feeling, right? Those sensations that we are fully clean.

I’m hungry now and realize that I need to go have some breakfast. The question lingers inside my head, should I go put something on…

‘Who am I kidding?’ I wonder to myself as I realize that this is my own house and if I chose not to wear anything, than so is it.

I walk out to the kitchen, grabbing one of the bowls from the cabinet.

I slide over to the other part of the cabinet, and reach forth to the back of the cabinet, my breasts wiggle slightly as I reach above me, stretching to reach the illusive bowl, I place my knee on the countertop, giving whomever might be above to look out and see me a nice view of my perky buttocks and if they look ever so slightly upwards, they will be able to see my cunt, open and ripe for all to see.

I really don’t know why this turns me on so, but it does.

I slide the box down, and carefully place my feet back on the ground. Believe me I can tell you this, falling onto the canlı kaçak iddaa hard linoleum floor is not the greatest, and its even worse if you aren’t wearing anything, which for me is most of the time.

I then bring the box back into the breakfast nook area, my long brown hair, swishing around my ass.

I discovered as a child I could sit upon my hair and it was the childhood curiosity of how it would feel upon my bare buttocks that led me to try this.

I waited until no one was home, and I was by myself, I don’t exactly remember what I was doing, I just know that the next thing I remembered was that I was in my room, all alone, my heart pounding, and I had the door shut.

I reached underneath my Tee shirt and grabbed the hem, pulling it over my head, and off my body, tossing it onto the floor.

I stayed there for a moment, watching myself breathe, watching the shallow outline of my ribs as I inhale and exhale.

I wanted more, and I knew that there was more, in moments my hands going for the snaps of my jeans roughly pulling them apart, and sliding the zipper down as fast as possible, letting the air caress canlı kaçak bahis my thighs, that seemed to feel so good. I pulled my panties down and slid them down, almost falling backwards, thank-goodness for the bed, and I pulled off my pants and underwear, I could feel as the tip of my hair tickled the back part of my buttocks, and it felt good. Really, really good.

I placed a hand down towards my cunt, gently pressing my fingers in and moving my cunt lips aside, pressing in further, wantonly searching for the little nugget that would drive me crazy.

When I found it, it was like fireworks, my legs started to convulse and twitch almost the second I got onto my love button. I felt my long hair strand around between my legs, so in a fit of passion I reached between my legs and grabbed my hair, pulling it towards me, and up through my pubic area. I know it sounded odd, but I didn’t care, it felt great.

I screamed out for anyone to hear, and I lost consciousness…

When I woke up later, I was in my bed, again. My old normal age, I don’t know how I got here. My hands playing with my clit, rubbing it in that way I enjoyed. I got up and went naked to the kitchen once more, my bowl and cereal still out waiting for me. It left me to wonder… How did I manage to do that?

I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs from my head. And amazingly my cereal wasn’t at all soggy!

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