She moaned as his lips caressed her neck, almost to where the dress met her shoulder. She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. But underneath this tolerance there is always the vague hope that your manhood will someday reassert itself. Once again, he passed his hand over the surface and carefully noted all the obstacles. ‘Shocked you, have I? We weren’t mealy-mouthed in my day, my boy.
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