Recollections of a Slip Fetishist

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I remember some years ago, whilst working part time in a department store, the plentiful sights that I beheld. Never a shift would go by without me seeing a glimpse of silk and lace peeking from the hem or slit of a skirt. Where I worked allowed a lot of pedestrian traffic, and I kept my eyes peeled for my next heart-stopping view.

One day in particular comes to mind, where a young girl of about twenty came to my counter and proceeded to ask me about one of the products we were selling. She was very

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