Open Season (Full Story)
It’s not the hottest day of the year, not yet, but it certainly feels like it. Moisture blooms under my arms and where my thighs rub together, sticky-rough and unpleasant.
It’s not the hottest day of the year, not yet, but it certainly feels like it. Moisture blooms under my arms and where my thighs rub together, sticky-rough and unpleasant.