Attempting to read a book outdoors on a cold winter day was a bad idea, but when this warm man stopped to give me a rail I came up with a flawless idea to steaming myself up. I invited him in for a bowl of tea, but had something much nicer on my mind, like having him gobble my gash and railing his huge spear till we are both all scorching and sweat-soaked. Oh, I dream I faced more folks like that: splendid, mild and with a supreme jizz-shotgun utter of steaming tastey jizz. Yumm!