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In the olden days, the Roman days. Women and men had *** in the farm fields to ensure the crops would be fertile. Drinking wine,  forgetting time,  and reveling in their mortality! Wouldn't that be fun? Bacchus! I smile, turn towards him. He snores.
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Jun 5, 2010
Jun 5, 2010 at 10:37 PM UTC
Bacchus
In the olden days, the Roman days. Women and men had *** in the farm fields to ensure the crops would be fertile. Drinking wine,  forgetting time,  and reveling in their mortality! Wouldn't that be fun? Bacchus! I smile, turn towards him. He snores.
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Jun 5, 2010
Jun 5, 2010 at 10:37 PM UTC
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