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<b><a class="bz_bug_link
bz_status_RESOLVED bz_closed"
title="RESOLVED DUPLICATE - can't open a Writer document at last modified page"
href="https://bugs.documentfoundation.org/show_bug.cgi?id=84542#c3">Comment # 3</a>
on <a class="bz_bug_link
bz_status_RESOLVED bz_closed"
title="RESOLVED DUPLICATE - can't open a Writer document at last modified page"
href="https://bugs.documentfoundation.org/show_bug.cgi?id=84542">bug 84542</a>
from <span class="vcard"><a class="email" href="mailto:thevesati@gmail.com" title="Michel Evenson <thevesati@gmail.com>"> <span class="fn">Michel Evenson</span></a>
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<pre>Eggs and toast were on the menu for breakfast. I was starting to get to know
the kitchen and beginning to feel comfortable in the space. With a plate
heaping with scrambled eggs and whole wheat toast, I returned to the den to
find that the stove had warmed the room to a comfortable temperature. I added a
log before sitting down to enjoy breakfast, thinking that it just might be nice
to be able to shed the pants and sweat shirt. The fire roared and soon I was
down to just my panties again, glad that I had kept the towel in place
<a href="https://free1080pporn.com/category/vr-porn-sites/">https://free1080pporn.com/category/vr-porn-sites/</a> . I put my empty plate on the
coffee table and began to think about the shower experience of the previous
day, my reaction when my friend first traced the crack of my ass with a
slippery finger, wondering how far he would go, hoping that he would explore my
rosebud, tightening up when he first grazed by it, but then relaxing when he
returned, feeling the pressure of his finger against my orifice, not speaking
but wanting him to continue, pushing against him, signalling that I wanted him
to continue, and then feeling my muscle give way, parting and allowing him to
enter, feeling full, feeling eroticism, experiencing something that I had only
read about. I was in a daze, but when I looked down, I noticed that my cock had
responded to my thoughts, once again sticking out from under the panties, ready
to be touched. Again I spoke to it, requesting that it be just a bit patient.</pre>
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