Sir, The season for growing crops is upon us, and the villagers do fear the onslaught of pests that devour. Their ceremony to banish foes of foliage lasts a day and into the night. It is farcical, of course, but some aspects of it do have a cultural inte
You walked back into the living room with the drink that your mom made you get for me, only to find me rubbing the head of my cock up and down her wet slit. I turned to you with a smirk and said, "Just leave it on the coffee table."