![]() She enjoyed vicariously enjoyed the nocturnal spurting as much as if it had been a warm shower from the gods, cascading over her face. He told Mischa just this but she did not care. Ghordin did not join in with the collective but solitary masturbations. All that was generated was the yeasty fug of discharge. If a battery could have been charged or a cistern filled by the furious adolescent rubbing and tugging of he boys as they watched Mischa perform upon the inside of their eyelids the town could have hosted an aluminium smelter. ![]() If it had been possible to harness the power, the heat that was collectively generated each evening the village would not have been poor. Many of the village boys could recall every inch of her body with their eyes closed. There is a saying that roughly translates as “… a man who cannot bear the weight of his wife upon his shoulders is of no more use than a whore without hole… ” ![]()
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