The girl with tattooed shoulders
Deep in the dark woods, something stirred. I knew instantly that I was growing a lovely erection.Although it was only early November, my wife had requisitioned our kitchen to start her Christmas food preparations. The mincemeat was half made (I sneaked a tot of brandy as I passed through); the Christmas cake mix sat in a huge bowl on the table where I like to read the weekend newspapers; and a noisy electric mixer was pulverising numerous ingredients for the plum pudding.Scooping up our two...