Date registered: Jan 2006
Location: Ye Olde Siamese Rub n' Tuggery
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Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely-it was a dark and stormy night as my Mercedes Bismarck De Stuttgart sliced along the Strasse Neville Chamberlain carving the way with unerring precision through the rain soaked streets toward the Hauptbanhoff and the awaiting Frau.
Entering and closing the door with a delicate touch she seated herself on the fine calf leather with just a subtle glimpse of stocking top and peek of the flesh up beyond in invitation of the pleasure she was willing to give as I applied the throttle and the Bismark alertly but purringly responded and her short skirt rose up ever so slightly to expose her silken G string as we were both re-assuringly comforted by the luxurious form fitted seating. The thrust of the small efficient but powerful engine hardened and enlarged her nipples ..squirming now she noticed the back seat, easily clambered over in the roomy cabin, parted her legs to reveal her wet steaming thong and urgently suggested we park to express a mutual full and frank exchange of views and pursue the capabilities of the spacious well designed cabin, it's 99 speaker stereo system that would muffle her moans of delerium, to thoroughly test the suspension
and exquisite overall ride......
As I thrust my hardened key of love into..
..her name ..Adele Hitler and her small mustache triggered a faint memory..