The mastiff mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with growling greed, crunching the bones.
Like women they like rencontr es.
Wearing it, moving around in it, sitting down on it will stimulate you and get your blood running hot and you ready for some loving.
You are a necessary evil.
Given at this our loyal city of Dublin in the year I of the Paradisiacal Era.
Thrash the mongrel within an inch of his life.
She puts the potato greedily into a pocket then links his arm, cuddling him with supple warmth.