Abigail - God, how many fantasies you awake in my head! And all of them are hot and horny.
him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and animated. The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his forefinger--as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over
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