Isn’t that right, Miabelis?”
“Damned right I do
. Taking myself in one hand, I wagged myself gently from side-to-side. The flesh of her thighs rippled, the muscles of her back stood out, her trapped head straining her neck and bunching her shoulders
. . Three, four, five spurts, and he wasn't finished
Isn’t that right, Miabelis?”
“Damned right I do
. Taking myself in one hand, I wagged myself gently from side-to-side. The flesh of her thighs rippled, the muscles of her back stood out, her trapped head straining her neck and bunching her shoulders
. . Three, four, five spurts, and he wasn't finished
Isn’t that right, Miabelis?”
“Damned right I do
. Taking myself in one hand, I wagged myself gently from side-to-side. The flesh of her thighs rippled, the muscles of her back stood out, her trapped head straining her neck and bunching her shoulders
. . Three, four, five spurts, and he wasn't finished
FOR THE MEMORY OF JUNE PALMER (1940-2004)