We went to the toilet I had to be quick, My fingers fumbled for my hardening dick. Peanut butter smeared generoulsly around the japs-eye, Frank had lost at cards his forfeit was to try His tounge began to gently carress, suck and nibble, My purple headed one eyed yogurt thrower began to dribble. I had fancied Frank for years, card forfeits were my prank, He looked up and smiled as he swallowed our first wank.
Reason for writing:
Holiday to Devon by a log fire.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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