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- Jul 29, 2017
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- PALS
- Diagnosis
- 07/2017
- Country
- US
- State
- OR
- City
- Southern Oregon
An attractive middle aged woman finished checking out a very full cart of groceries. The much younger man bagging her groceries was hot, hunky, and gorgeous. His looks were not wasted on the woman.
He offered to help her out with her groceries and she gladly accepted, her heart pounding so loudly through her blouse that she wondered if he could hear it.
As they walked together to the parking lot, the woman felt herself beginning to tingle. “Young man, I have itchy pussy,” she remarked hopefully.
“What was that?” asked the young man.
“I have itchy pussy,” she repeated, barely able to contain herself.
The clueless young man looked at her and responded, “Itchy pussy, Susubeetchy, Mooshuhundai. All these little imports sound alike to me.”
He offered to help her out with her groceries and she gladly accepted, her heart pounding so loudly through her blouse that she wondered if he could hear it.
As they walked together to the parking lot, the woman felt herself beginning to tingle. “Young man, I have itchy pussy,” she remarked hopefully.
“What was that?” asked the young man.
“I have itchy pussy,” she repeated, barely able to contain herself.
The clueless young man looked at her and responded, “Itchy pussy, Susubeetchy, Mooshuhundai. All these little imports sound alike to me.”