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Tales From the Pussy Pound: Volume One: The Sparkling Girl Stealers
Our “Lemmories” go back to way before Nashville Pussy, though. I [Ruyter] got turned on to Motorhead back in high school from my boyfriend, “The Motorhead Guy,” as he was called, and Lemmy was his hero. After we’d split up he bequeathed to me his well worn Motorhead shirt. I was living in small-town Saskatoon, Saskatchewan when Blaine’s band Nine Pound Hammer came and played. He and I were both wearing Motorhead shirts. This was in a time when a shirt really indicated who you were — I doubt there were two Motorhead shirts in that whole province. But we met because of those shirts and fell in love and the rest is gravy. Years later I had Lem sign that very shirt and I still have it.
Britain’s fevered obsession with the Spanish good life is over. Once, ex-pat bars up and down the Mediterranean coast heaved with happy talk about cheap beer, low council taxes and why it was so much better to be in Spain. Now the drinkers are more likely to curse the pitiful pound, discuss who missed the last outing of the British pensioners’ club, and swap stories of friends who are moving home. There are whispered tales, too, of repossessions and of people packing up, dropping their keys at the bank and trusting easyJet to save them from Spanish creditors.
Rocco has a special Vurgin detector that he uses to find girls to bring to his hide out that he calls The Pussy Pound, but one of the girls is very special…
Porn comic Tales From Belmona. Chapter 16. Antalore42 A hot MILF visited a guy in his room and began seducing him, wanting to have some fun. The beauty undressed and aroused him, then spread her legs and let him fuck her.
