As you may have read in the previous post, I got a new phone. That required that I go through my old micro SD card, a process that unearthed some great treasures of legginess, even hidden treasures, capable of running and not being weary. They hail from the Nordstrom Rack, the craft store, the grocery store, The Apple Store, Costco, bike routes, Target, a business convention (someday I'll ask a Wall Street hottie who's a lower-level analyst at one of the big investment banks what it's like to have her pick of the millionaires on any given weekend, and assure her it's an inquiry and not a pick-up line...yeah, right), my stylist's waiting room and my bishop's waiting area.
Many of these have likely been posted already, others not, and each has its own heartwarming story. I lack the discipline to delete them, and it would seem like a shame after all that furtive effort to capture them (not sure how comforted I was to learn that there are
evidently many others who are given to similar activities -- seems an entire subculture of "non-pornographic (at least not in the classic definition, perhaps) leg-lusting voyeurism exists, with each devotee providing constructive criticism of the others' filming techniques, etc.), so here they are:
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