Now my mother just became part of his spank bank. Just what I needed. The only guy I was screwing and now when he was whacking off he'd be thinking about my mom. Ick!
Yet o'er that virtuous blush distreams a tear.
Ding dong bell, pussy's in the well! / Who put her in? Little Johnny Thin. / Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Stout. (Traditional English nursery rhyme)
the coming of the snows is no longer the year's curse but its promise, awaited eagerly for its influx of moneyed seekers after wintertime recreation, when the shining strands of telpherage have subdued every mountainside, and all is festival and wholesome sport and eugenically chosen stock
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