'I don't suppose there's any tea on this spaceship?'Arthur asked, his right arm elbow-deep in Dr. Beverly Crusher. Picard gasped as Arthur's left hand squirmed its way through his slackening sphincter, then recovered his composure long enough to mutter 'Earl Grey, hot!'
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emvee cruor deo cruoris,
Wed 21 Feb 2007, 12:45,
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Qualityand you even got the right series.
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Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Wed 21 Feb 2007, 12:47,
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