I got this lovely poem from Donna:
The sky was dark, the moon was high
We're all alone - just her and I.
Her hair so-o-o soft, her eyes so-o-o blue,
I knew JUST WHAT she wanted to do.
Her skin so-o-o soft, her legs so-o-o fine,
I ran my fingers down her spine.
I didn't know how; but I tried my best -
I started by placing ...
My hands on
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