His knees threatened to buckle as she stroked his cock from root to tip, her gaze so admiring he felt like a fucking sex god.

Will you take a varder at the cartz on the feely-omi in the naf strides: the one with the bona blue ogles polarying the omi-palone with a vogue on and a cod sheitel.

Our Union is very small, only two offices, but we are hopeful of the future. No discontent. All harmony. We have one office in town that is anti-Union all over; it employs a lot of fair unfair printeresses. We hope they will repent before a century expires.

You've decided to admit that 'high foreheadedness' and 'balding' are one and the same thing.