Her peroration on Johnson, Hume and
Austen had the audience in the
palm of her hand where,
ten minutes later, in a
carefully chosen Disabled Toilet, she
held my balls as she sucked me, the
fingers of her other hand frantically
frigging her startlingly bare slit so
naked under the respectable dress in which
she’d lectured about Austen and
Hume and Johnson.
For J, in remembrance
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