Wordlessly probing and entering further and further until the tip of his cock was right at the neck of her womb, and then he let fly. “Oh, I thought you and old Arby Arbuthnot were an item?” he ventured. “What are you doing!” Dottie protested as Bertie leaped from the car and slammed the barn door shut behind them. Bertie enjoyed a day watching trains at Paddington station and then ventured to his club where he compared notes of which locomotive he had seen and which girls were rostered to provide entertainment. He felt sorry for Dotty, obviously Arby had treated her abysmally and put her off men possibly for life. It’s 1930 Maidenhead England. Six days worth of pent up cock juice was forced deep into Dotty’s womb, Umpteen squillions of sperm seeking an egg to fertilize. Read 12453 times |
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“Good because I like ladies Bertie, so stop trying to chat me up,” Dotty insisted.
