Jeff Meets Gerty
Fetish
I pull into the driveway on my 91 Sporty 1200, having finished a two hundred and fifty-mile ride. I wonder whose car that is as I admire the 89 lincoln town car, black with a white carriage top roof. I am feeling great but have no idea I would be feeling even better. Sitting at the table with Mom is a fine looking woman, probably in her mid-fifties. Just the...
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