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External Link/Members OnlyEncouraged by some reviews and fancying a dirty milf deep throat, I sallied forth to the blasted heath that is called Far n bruff.
Where the place? New estate near the bavarian chariot maker.
After the mist cleared (behind the hide door) I was confronted by one of the wierd sisters.
Double double toil and trouble. Haggard, wizened, distorted by black arts (plastrickery) costumed garishly.
My manhood sank and beseeched me not to subject it to such horrors. Fair on AW was foul in the flesh.
The battle lost, I turned my weary legs to home and fled the curses.
Alas, shall MacBonk punt no more?