The Barnyard Sluts
By Emily Rose I always dreaded having to stay with my Aunt Margaret. She was always so strict, and she really looked the part of a stern aunt. She always wore proper herringbone tweed skirts that accentuated her long, strong legs. Her blouses were always buttoned to the top, an effort to camouflage her enormous breasts. Her long red hair was always worn up in a severe bun, and I never saw her without her black-rimmed glasses. I was really
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