Some incidental/accidental smut in passing couldn’t be resisted. The matter emerged somehow or other. Either before, or after the young girl Ruth’s bending for the cat, purring, caressing, she had had her sheer lime green briefs riding up over the top of her jeans. Where was I supposed to look? plumber Georgios defended himself when he was challenged, raging young bull with a sweet wife at home. In the kitchen later after work, the lad happened to be offered a choice of tea, or cranberry juice. Both declined, as usual. One needed to press G. for any offering thrice at the very least. Unsuccessful on this occasion. However, the latter did elicit an unexpected comment. Cranberry, hey? It gives a sweetening to cum, you know... Quite unexpectedly. Very much new information. Oh! Oh! Really? Is that right?… Pineapple was similar, the Cretan adding more knowledge. The tale of the eight-year widow back in Singapore, developing her fellatio after her husband had gone to an early grave without, despite numerous requests, failed to draw any interest for the dude. Even the unsweetened brand of the cran produced the effect, it seemed, according to the young man. And he wasn’t joking; all straight. Well, OK. It would be trialled at the first opportunity back in the Republic, lad was assured. Laboratory conditions. We would soon see. In the case of this young fellow, though some of the usual Greek love had been hinted by Geo in passing, that particular proclivity was confined to only depilated partners. And when the man made his point about the juice, there was no suggestion of direct, personal experience; on his own palate, like. Online mention had most likely been his source on the fruit; as was confirmed with a quick search. What transpired in the Cretan's matrimonial bed was not here a matter for speculation. Fine young dude and got something good going with the now wedded wife.
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