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jruit :: 27 |
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(Dream) The plumber is really a thug, that's easy to see. The damn guy's after me, too! I have to duck around so I'm not an obvious target, because in my world, it's just grandfather clocks. What does that have to do with plumbing? I do manage to elude the ruffian, and rounding the corner at the cheap motel where I'm staying, up on the second level, I spot the stairway to the laundry room, slip down the stairs with my cloth sack of colorful alligator shirts, and slipping even farther around and down into the crack, come face to face with the girl's shaven pussy. It's perfect! (Fin) |
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