Jul 19, 2024
There is something about the two of us, frolicking barefoot on your backyard jungle gym that takes you back to your childhood. We’re dressed in summer sun suits of your choosing. Polka-dots and stripes, of course. My partner in memory-invoking role-playing is asked to pump her swing as high as possible. The wind alternately billows and clings to her fine figure in the back and forth motion while being deceptively sheer in the sunlight. I am sporting ruffled white panties, so every time I upend myself with a twirlie over a crossbar, they are visible. You confess these were a big part of your sexual awakening and I can only hope they were your kindergarten peers and not a later-in-life school yard lingerer.
