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The X chromosome puts the classy twinklein her eye and special sense in her sensuality. The Y chromosome gives her a cute cock. The Why chromosome asks no questions.

You reach her by starting at the Russian flag under the North Pole, then picking up her long young trail southerly downYonge Street, race a few thousand kilometers past thousands of beavers and past thousands of genitalia of all ten genders, and you’re there. There in TO,where she is handy good at Goodhandy’s.

The tranny chasers sneak a peek. The enlightened can tell her ancestors were Greek. Unable to speak, He 1 kissed herfeet. He 2 kissed her lips and her cock.

She describes herself as pansexual, which means she has been known to do erotic prospecting and probing with kitchenutensils. It means other things as well.

She wears a loadstone pendant on a silver necklace. She’s seen all the movies by Linda Lovelace.

The mystical magnetic properties of loadstone (AKA leadstone and lodestone) are well known. Most everything else iswell unknown.

The pink pail is loaded with loads. He 2 kicks a broken condom off the chair, as upon his lap she soon is to dance, thevirile vision in his two-Labatts trance.

“What’s the kinkiest sex you’ve had,” asks He 2. “The list is shorter for the kinkiest things yet to bedone,” she answers.

“What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve done lately,” He 2 counter-probes. And, this is the story she told:

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He 1’s balls were on fire. Figuratively in some ways, and in most ways literally.

She was brunette that day, that day of daze and blaze. And, her lovely white skin was draped in ebony silk lingerie. He1 just had to stay.

His heart had melted for her. His balls might as well follow. In the distance, the not-too-distant future, was heard the lovely sound of a swallow.

Her movement was deft. Without disturbing her exquisite French manicure, she pulled with her left and snipped with herright. From the ass popped the dildo opus, from the flames came the testes flambé, to the owner’s mouth they returned.

Followed by the dildo he yearned.

With a smile of delight, he kissed her perfect feet. His smile widened further beyond belief when his happy glazed eyessaw that the exquisite French had been there first.

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Forlovely NS – North and South

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...to be continued ...