I have a thing to ask, she said, and ran her tits across my head.
Clean that up, and don't be tardy. -checked her watch- Its time for party.
Now watch her gorgeous dewdrop rump, as percolates across the rug.
She runs the sink and starts the whiskey;
Holy Jesus, may he fist me, never had encounters so damn full of grace.
I wipe the blessed angel from my face.
Come on, Swellers writers. I dare thee to outdo my DirtyDitty.
