[F] By the time she yanked on her old jeans and a battered plaid flannel shirt, she felt almost normal. Calm, as she plugged in the coffee pot. But the nightmare was still very much on her mind, because it wasn’t a dream ... It was a memory.
My new belly ring was hurting, so I put on this cute little shirt on my Stud bought for me so it didn’t irritate it. I love how it shows off my tits for Titty Tuesday! (=^•^=) [f]