Randy's Ramblings
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Jock
I rubbed the warm soft leather of the jock. It pulled each time I moved.
Notto mention the warm scent. I can't spend tomorrow in the rest room.
I stretched out on the bed.
A grin ghosted across my lips as I heard, "Brat!Where is MY jock?"
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