...he wipes the fly of his pants, she wipes her mouth the new money in her purse sure tasted salty but wouldn't you.
Cold blasted rotten fucked up feet are generating theri own new form of heat and an intersection has been crossed there are goods on display, but what angle does one proceed. obviously window shopping is allowed but how can one look, shall we say, not so obviously, dont get caught looking up skirts. s it an offence, fucking is it they dont like that. Welcome to the world of low...