Slippery Is as Slippery Does
The sayin that is the title of this tale ran thru her mind when the boy on top of her began mutterin about her twitchet bein too slippery. He were bitchin about needin better traction fer his tallywhacker. She didn’t know zackly where them words come from but it sounded fine. She squeezed his big shaft a little as she complained right back. “If’n yew don’t like it then put it in someone else. There’s lots of others thet wants to be in there but yer’s feels better’n most of em.” Of course she...