We lay upon the grassy bank, my hands we're all a quiver, I slowly undid her suspender belt and her leg fell in the river......
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Originally posted by masaaki sakai We lay upon the grassy bank, my hands we're all a quiver, I slowly undid her suspender belt and her leg fell in the river......
up popped a fish said "what the fuck's this?" it smells like a freshly done kipper don't be afraid said the man at the side it always comes off when we go for a ride it could have been worse, like that voodo's curse Hibster had done for his hairloss
