Friday, October 28, 2005

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"No I musn't," He tentatively eyed the soft white flesh that would give way like a warm sponge to the touch of his fingers.

"Just one more." she eyed him coyly, sweat dripping past her forehead, her fists clenched nervously.

"Beta, have another rosogolla. She made it specially for you. She cooks very well too."