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Supper, sex, and Mrs McPherson (Rousse)

The nippy waitress was appalled at our amorous antics in the restaurant. She told us to get dressed while she reported our behaviour to the restaurant owner. ‘Report whatever you want’, I replied, ‘I doubt that Mrs McPherson will care.’ … Continue reading

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