you have to do the story telling!
Oh? Well, here's a story: This fellow reminds me of the mechanic we picked up last summer. Remember how you worked his ass as he kissed me? His hair smelled like motor oil.
Oh my god. Remember how I could have cared less and hung out in the living room.
I remember that!Actually Mitzi, I remember you washing dishes! That's really saying something!
Yes, Mitzi. Right up until you decided to join us to hump his thigh.
I guess the dish washing turned me on.
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