Maybe. [Kiss.] Guess you're gonna...have to [Kiss.] rub'em on me. Warm'em up.
[Freddy suggests just as his own freckled hands are roaming over Lawrence Dimick. First up his thick firm arms, then down to his pants where his fingers dip below the waist. This was a good idea, Mr. White.]
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[Freddy suggests just as his own freckled hands are roaming over Lawrence Dimick. First up his thick firm arms, then down to his pants where his fingers dip below the waist. This was a good idea, Mr. White.]