Amy was standing at the corner for 10 minutes. Politely, like a good girl she promised to be. When the time was over she turned around to see what mom brought. She pulled her panties ans jeans up, without zipping or buttoning and walked over to the clothes picked bby her mother.
She removed her black shortish t-shirt and put the blue one on. She looked at the sweatpants and frowned. She ignored the sweatpants. She buttoned and zipped her jeans up. "I'd rather stay in my jeans, mommy, I hate sweatpants... OK?" She asked with a nice voice, while already starting to buckle her belt up.
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