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All I'm saying is that I wouldn't mind getting collared by Jean Faymas and getting tugged around by her on a leash in the park at high noon and she drinks so much iced tea to cool down that she suddenly has to tinkle but is too far away from the bathroom so she lets go of the leash and tells me to wait hear before disappearing behind some bushes but I can still hear the rustling of clothes, a stream of ejecting liquid, and sighs of relief all going on until she returns with a light scent of urine and her pants slightly off kilter that shows a peek of glistening purple pubes.
