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What was I thinking
We were invited to a party,
Matching one piece costumes.
Did I want to go?
Sure.
What should we wear?
The usual argument.
Should we wear . . .
Ending with,
“Whatever you want.”
She glared at me.
We got there,
She was carrying a bag.
Went in to the master bedroom to change,
Into “whatever” she wanted.
Her’s was,
A black crop top t-shirt,
And,
The bottom of,
Her sexiest,
Black,
Semi-see-through,
Thong swimsuit bottom.
Matching her’s,
Was mine,
A black crop top t-shirt,
And,
A semi-see-through,
Black,
Push-up,
Male,
Enhancement,
Thong.
Sigh.
Matching one piece costumes.
Did I want to go?
Sure.
What should we wear?
The usual argument.
Should we wear . . .
Ending with,
“Whatever you want.”
She glared at me.
We got there,
She was carrying a bag.
Went in to the master bedroom to change,
Into “whatever” she wanted.
Her’s was,
A black crop top t-shirt,
And,
The bottom of,
Her sexiest,
Black,
Semi-see-through,
Thong swimsuit bottom.
Matching her’s,
Was mine,
A black crop top t-shirt,
And,
A semi-see-through,
Black,
Push-up,
Male,
Enhancement,
Thong.
Sigh.
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