Wednesday, August 15, 2012
EIGHT DAYS A WEEK: BLONDE FETISH INCARNATE
"When Keith did finally take old Snarfle in hand, my old boy threatened to shoot the works right off the bat. I sucked in a couple of deep breaths and began reciting my times tables silently to myself. I'd gotten as far as 2-times-2-is-tootie-two , when Keith slurped me right down his throat. I moaned a long descending octave. I was in the hands -- so to speak -- of an expert.
Yes! Finally sex! Chapter 21 of Larry Duplechan's "Eight Days a Week":