Writer's Statement

My first lover, a lovely young woman, would say," You get a big grin on you face every time you know you are going to get laid."

I still get that big grin when I know I am going to get laid as well as when I see the tableau's in my minds eye that I relay in words on these pages of the internets.

Grinning like a fool,

Pete Symes

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Random Access Lynn: 3. Liquid Pantie Remover

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