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If I could strattle Miss S. Bond across my lap, she would definately be feeling wetness alright...from the tip of my rock hard pinched tent rubbing against her loussious front side!! She's The BRITISH BOMB...and she could declair war or even genicide on this horney Colonial rag-a-muffin ANY TIME she felt like it!! ^_^
