Lonely Lora

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Lora felt the wetness in her silky panties as she shifted her position on the hard bleachers. She crossed her shapely legs and the squish of her thick juices smeared up to her pubic hair. Uneasily she watched her young daughter prance like the cute little filly she was.

Her own sloppy crotch disturbed her as she tried to concentrate on her daughter and not the young men around her daughter. OH, all those delicious young crotches!

Supporting her daughter's school activities was very difficult on Lora and getting worse. Today seemed especially bad! Her clit fluttered like mad in the smoldering heat of her crotch. Nervously, Lora switched her position one more time, letting some of the heavy aroma escape from between her legs as she crossed her thighs the other way.

Suddenly Lora felt very old and frumpy in her short skirt that kept hiking up on her thighs. Seeing her young daughter strut and prance back and forth in front of the judges made her feel like a typical middle-aged mother watching her young daughter.

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