Some incidental / accidental smut in passing couldn’t be resisted. The matter emerged somehow or other. Either before or after the young girl Ruth bending for the cat, purring, caressing, had through the course her sheer lime green briefs riding up over her jeans. Where was I supposed to look? plumber Georgios defended himself, raging hot young bull with a sweet wife at home. In the kitchen later the lad was offered a choice of tea or cranberry juice. Both declined, as usual. One needed to press G. for any offering thrice at least. Unsuccessful on this occasion. However, the latter did raise a comment. Cranberry, hey? Gives a sweetening to cum, quite unexpectedly commented he… Oh. Oh. Really? It was similar with pineapples, the Cretan added. 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 petitions, failed to draw any interest for the dude. Even the unsweetened brand of the cran produced the effect, it seemed. Man wasn’t joking. Well, OK. It would be trialled at the first opportunity back in the Republic, lad was assured. Laboratory conditions. We would soon see. In this case, though some of the usual Greek love had been hinted by G, that was confined to the depilated partners. And when the man made his point about the juice there was no suggestion of direct experience, on his own palate. Online mention most likely, as quickly proved on a search. What transpired in the Cretan's matrimonial bed was not here a matter for speculation.
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