Elm and

 One time Jill went all out and didn't sleep with anyone! An anodyne cure for the phosphorescent blues was becoming and bite coming along to the fine mingled end of the line.

                       Then she met the prime minister of sex. it was not libido nor Id. It was . No ! yes, and the something hiding love.

He discover'd the virtue of serial monogrammes. Not the                                 leap frog one after the other but the many at same time each singled to its  sucky lip suck!

O felix!
O fanny!


O Sex!