A Quote by Laurie Graham
It was the Victorians who covered the piano legs and drew a heavy curtain over what a lady got up to in her boudoir.
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She started walking toward me and perfect white teeth caught her full bottom lip between them. I’d fantasized about those lips way too many times. She’d barely covered up her long tanned legs with a pair of shorts that made me want to go to church this Sunday just to thank God for creating her.
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