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Wednesday 29 October 2014

Flirting and Squirting


My Nanna when she was alive was an incorrigible flirt.  Even as she was dying in hospital, she was batting her eyelashes at and flirting with the male nurses, who were generous enough to humour her and play along.  She used to say that every man deserves to be flirted with, that it's good for them.  I've inherited her philosophy.  I can't help myself.  


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