SelfPub: Pond

Meanwhile, skinny the master sat down on my iron horse, scrunched down ass in old sweatpants on the seat and stared at me. With my height, then a foot, the bike was customized accordingly. And now, with the large on me looked a grasshopper, with a flourish, planted in the enema, because his knees were in the area of hairy ears and, if desired, it could easily bite you by the balls.