Running my hands over my mature body, taking in every inch of me, I’m filled with an even greater sense of pride and gratitude. Every sexy stretch mark and scar reminds me of my magic resilience. I’ve been divinely preserved. Imperfectly perfect…
Pull to start… bet you’ve never read that before. 😉 Just another pic I sent to Mr. Wallflower and his college friend while they were out of town. Want to be Mr. Wallflower’s friend?
