December 2011
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Eve eve
Sure, I’d take another New Years Eve nuts-deep in Jane and laughing at the fire hazard of 32 lit candles in her rat trap apartment bedroom. Or a wine-soaked night talking with my wet finger cozy in blind date Elise’s pink panties or a Sunday afternoon drawing naked Nancy with her silver-dollar nipples on the carpeted floor of a New Orleans double. I would. Of course I would. Maybe all...
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