” Brendon hesitated for a moment. It came with an extreme effect of re-discovery, a remarkable novelty. No, none at all. She touched his erect penis and delicately curled her fingers around it, moving her hand back and forth slowly and gently. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. She was nearly too giddy still to answer him. "I can't," answered Blueskin.
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