One February morning
Demonstrations – and God knows, I've been on a few – tend to leave me, once they're over, in a state of post-coital sadness, without the perk of there having been any sex (and much less an orgasm)....
Demonstrations – and God knows, I've been on a few – tend to leave me, once they're over, in a state of post-coital sadness, without the perk of there having been any sex (and much less an orgasm)....