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The peasant monk walks slow through the cloister carrying a bucket gripped in his peasant hand - red knuckles, head bowed- I **** the beds around the cloister garth -she had me between her thighs and the excitement within her eyes- Dom Leo tall and slim waits outside the refectory door to say farewell before he leaves for Rome the following day -She ****** me dry in her bed gazing eye to eye.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:15 AM UTC
EYE TO EYE.
The peasant monk walks slow through the cloister carrying a bucket gripped in his peasant hand - red knuckles, head bowed- I **** the beds around the cloister garth -she had me between her thighs and the excitement within her eyes- Dom Leo tall and slim waits outside the refectory door to say farewell before he leaves for Rome the following day -She ****** me dry in her bed gazing eye to eye.
MONKS AND A NOVICE AND MEMORIES IN AN ABBEY IN 1971
terry-collett
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terry-collett
English
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:15 AM UTC
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