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When I sit down I have to keep pulling the material back over my legs because it slides off revealing my pubes and stomach without me even moving. As we walked out through reception, me wearing just the dress and a pair of 4 inch heels, the doorman wished us a pleasant evening and then said, “That’s a pretty dress young lady; your father must be very proud of you.” I giggled; did a twirl in front of him then thanked him. I wondered if he’d seen my bare stomach as the light material flared out and parted at the split as I twirled. It was getting late so Ryan stopped a taxi and we were soon walking into the theatre. It was great show but I was grateful for the time sitting still and not feeling too aroused. When the show ended we walked out onto the street. Ryan had Babes been recommended a restaurant that wasn’t far away and we decided to walk hardcore there. outdoor
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