Mesmerized in a cloud of Dolce & Gabbana aftershave, she let his lips graze on her graceful neck, his hands straying towards her perfectly formed arse, and then Shakira moaned… “bodling….show me your Y fronts” Oops, different type of article slipped in there, sorry. Ladies and Gentlemen, Reverend Father, Your Holiness, the King of Norway and other guests. It is with unadvisable glee, I preach to you all here today in my latest travelogue, Memoirs of a Deise. Since my last trip to the speed bump, I, (along with the other voices in my head), have had loads of adventures, so it is incumbent upon me now to regale you with tales of woe, passion, broken hearts, dangerous journeys and the rescue of a fair maiden from the jaws of a slick, stinking, monstrous evil. Yes,
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