... an itch. Certainly a tight fit, though not as limiting as the confessional in that church where he had…a slow grin began ghosting across his full lips, his yard stirring to life as a full-blown cockstand in homage. She was so delicious…he sighed, awkwardly tugged his trousers. Later, mate. A sharp tap, another—he positioned his real pistol, firing carefully. A few well-struck blows and he was ...

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