Her palms were sweaty. She started to wipe her hands on her skirt, then imagined the image of sweaty palm prints on the black leather and changed her mind. She picked up a napkin from the long buffet table next to her and wiped her
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spill it There are 37 replies, with the last one an 2008-04-10 at 20:57:51 by Mr_Hand.
So you are finally ready to do it? It has been a fantasy for as long as you can remember, but you have made the decision, you want this fantasy.
You see, the tortoise was a dried-up aged old man who hadn't been sexually active since a confusing and strangely erotic encounter with a teenage mutant ninja turtle nearly a decade ago. He didn't have much gas left in the tank,