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As terrible as it is to confess, Mary was all I could think about during the course of the weekend, and I've been jacked off while daydreaming about fucking her cute, clean-shaven pussy.

I'm eagerly anticipating Monday, and I knew she would feel the same way.

But it's not.

Mary behaves the same way she normally does when she sees me at work; she doesn't act bashful and uncomfortable like she usually does.

Is it true that I'm not her type?

Does she truly not care that I saw her in her underwear?

I'm not exaggerating when I say that I can easily entice almost any lady to my...