Mike Topp
Sasquatch Story
Donna stretched out a hand and caught hold of the edge of the coat and tugged at it; he
pulled up the window and turned. He bent and put his hands on the fur over her breasts
and kissed her hard on the lips.
"Poetry begins and ends with a rhyme." (D. Rudoy)
Mike Topp
Sasquatch Story
Donna stretched out a hand and caught hold of the edge of the coat and tugged at it; he
pulled up the window and turned. He bent and put his hands on the fur over her breasts
and kissed her hard on the lips.
