the young master speaks
By vithano
When, as a child, damp and moist in the toilet’s gloom, my fingers fumbling for release, I shivered. What can lusting children do, fumbling in the darkness, But fear Discovery ? the parents would not approve. Written November 13th, 2001 © on Nov 13 2001 09:02 AM PST 0 • 10
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