Her ass was the ultimate goal for both of us, but I wanted to draw out the anticipation. […] She watched from between her knees as I prepared to push into her rosebud.
None of the gallery staff took any notice of a gangly, stick-thin, nose-picking, acne-faced youth wearing a plastic imitation leather jacket, winkle-picker shoes and a greasy Mick Jagger hairstyle. We all looked like that in those days, except those poncey Mods.
it would be a personal crime, chastisable in the person who had committed it
O frabjous day! We are all bored out of our minds with Brexit when a demented looking gnome is pulled out of the Ecuadorian embassy by the secret police of the deep state. Or “the met” as normal people call them.
