à goldfinger2000 : Indeed I often wonder where Christine is now. Probably wintering in Guildford. A cat, rain, Vim under the sink, and both bars on. Dreaming of the cocks she sucked and loved. The spunk long dried, crisped and flaked off her sexy glasses. Old now. There is no true beauty without decay.
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