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:::stands before all of you and smiles sideways with SUCH a knowing smile::::
oh no no no, this lady must never let alcohol touch these sweet lips again. Last time they did, I was caught, swung over shoulders, after I had ran through 200 acres of woods in the mountains of new england, shoeless, naked from the top up, screeching and howling under the fullness of the moon, like a fisher cat. All the way home I clawed the back and ripped at the hair of the rescuer who brought me home and threw me in bed and held me down until I fell asleep...
and no, this was NOT Sexual play.
it was unfortunate.
but if you drink, I will lick your mouth and let you lick me all over....
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