Go For A Soda: September 5, 1987
"“I want that leaning tower of penis in my asshole, Bruce. Can you do that for me?” “You got it, Mrs. M!”"
Kevin laid the diary on the kitchen counter after reading the first couple of sentences. “A lecture on the economic outlook for the 1930s, eh?”Cassie gave him a thin smile. “Yeah, I have a feeling it was a wee bit...








