The sight of the ladies at Wimbledon flashing their knickers at me as they serve has sent my mind into a rather pleasant sexual reverie.
Of course, my mind wanders of it's own volition to my last..
It's here, somewhere. I can almost smell it. That beautiful aroma, the taste. I must have it. It cannae be far away...
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The ups and downs and round-abouts of a man with a taste for cunt...
