Linda is working her soft soft wet mouth gently against mine, letting me dream her tongue and meanwhile, below, she cups Mr. Genital in her hands and gives the triangle a firm squeeze, a rockabye side-to-side shake.

[…] how features are abroad, / I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty,— / The jewel in my dower,—I would not wish / Any companion in the world but you […]

“Do you actually expect me to wander the world as if I were an addlepated bald woman escaped from the circus?” she would say.

Jimmy was going to help me with the prank, but he punked (out) at the last minute.