Monday, August 28, 2006


Gloria had on a new skirt Saturday night. Very cute and pretty short.

On our way in to the grocery store, there was a nice gust of wind. Gloria's skirt flew up. Way up.

"Agh!" she said, trying to push it back down.

"Upskirt. Erotica. 1,000 PP," I said.

This wasn't the first time her skirt had aimed for the heavens.

"I've never worn a skirt like this," she said. "It has loft."

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