when I have been a memory
Thursday, July 23rd, 2009Don was unprepared for David Posner’s smiling face at his door, a bit damp but shaking it off. “Hullo, Scrippsy,” David said warmly.
Don was unprepared for David Posner’s smiling face at his door, a bit damp but shaking it off. “Hullo, Scrippsy,” David said warmly.
Honestly (and he won’t admit this to anyone, let alone himself), he thinks about Irwin quite a lot of the time when it’s his own hand on his dick in his room at the end of the hall, where the sounds of the bronchial radiator drown out any noises that might escape.