You and I. Albert tried to rearrange his common sense and ability to speak as he watched his landlady lick her lips. Sex “Your words have me at a loss, Mrs. She had tilted her hips so that her mound was easily accessible to his excited prodding. Large, yes, but perfectly proportioned with each white cheek hiding the delights in between. Hoopenlicker stopped at the door and turned back. For Mature Readers. Hoopenlicker was a fine looking woman. The dusty air is thick with the aroma of storytelling as we make our way between row upon row of well-thumbed books that pack each straining shelf to the heavens. You show me the title and I smile.
Retiring to the reading room, we sit in a quiet corner and you open the book at the first page as we begin to discover those bawdy tales from Old London Town… For an age, he covered her with his face close to hers and she could hear him panting like a sated dog in her right ear. Albert was struggling to keep his ardor in check as he flexed his hips back and forth against her upturned derriere. It was mid-morning as the brass bell rang and another customer entered the establishment to meet up with her two friends who were sat in a far corner enjoying
