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Using my shiny bracelet on the object of my desire brings me pleasure. The gardener came by yesterday and with him had a new helper. He looked so yummy to me. I couldn’t help but look at him as he worked. Soon he had his shirt off and the muscles seemed to pop out on his trim body. I adjusted the chaise lounge chair so I was in direct view. I had on a white one-piece swimsuit that hugged my body in all the right places. Racking my brain as to how I was going to be alone with this dream. Calling the gardener over I started going over the plans he had for my grounds. He mentioned putting fresh mulch all around the house which may take several visits. I asked if he had the mulch with him and he said no. A smile came to my lips.
Normally when people mention looking glass they are talking about about one’s own self reflection. When I talk about the looking glass I am talking about my reflection from mirrors. Sometimes even windows and doors, anything that shows my reflection. I often find myself looking through the glass just to check my self out. The way I look at it is you can stare so I can too. And hey I do not blame you, like look at how good look. I can’t even stop looking at my sexy body.