She wore my old sweatshirt with pride. It fit me when I was a kid, but now it was just a keepsake but it fit her perfectly. In passing, once she made a comment that even if we ever broke up she’d never return it, she liked it that much. Some nights after we made love and she didn’t bring any overnight clothes she’d wear an old pair of shorts that I had. They were baggy on her and came down to her knees. She was unbelievably cute. But as always, just before bed she would take them off and climb into my Swedish made bed, with the sheets constructed from soft tee-shit type material and curl up next to me content to suffer through my snoring and my cock pressed up against her. Every second, magical. When she finally brought all my stuff by that I had either lent her or left at her house, the sweatshirt was in the box. Part of me was happy to have it back, but another part, the one that misses her wished she would have kept it. Because who knows, next year it’ll probably be on some other young thing who knows nothing of the sweatshirts history.

She wore my old sweatshirt with pride. It fit me when I was a kid, but now it was just a keepsake but it fit her perfectly. In passing, once she made a comment that even if we ever broke up she’d never return it, she liked it that much.

Some nights after we made love and she didn’t bring any overnight clothes she’d wear an old pair of shorts that I had. They were baggy on her and came down to her knees. She was unbelievably cute. But as always, just before bed she would take them off and climb into my Swedish made bed, with the sheets constructed from soft tee-shit type material and curl up next to me content to suffer through my snoring and my cock pressed up against her. Every second, magical.

When she finally brought all my stuff by that I had either lent her or left at her house, the sweatshirt was in the box. Part of me was happy to have it back, but another part, the one that misses her wished she would have kept it. Because who knows, next year it’ll probably be on some other young thing who knows nothing of the sweatshirts history.

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    She wore my old sweatshirt with pride. It fit me when I was a kid, but now it was just a keepsake but it fit her...
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