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It started out tamely enough. A simple pose on an old park bench.
Oh, that's right, the park bench isn't featured until this linked photo. |
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| It didn't take too long to find Poseidon. |
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The feller appears a trifle unhappy about something.
Surely it couldn't be related to my attire, the provocatively labeled "Granby Fetish Suit." |
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| Moving closer to the big man-god of the sea.
"You're looking rather dry, my friend. Is there something we can do?" |
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A sudden autumn shower drenched our man-god of the sea!
And there he was in his simply sinful best emulation of polished black rubber! |
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| "Oh, Gee, for me?" It was such a delight for the man-god to trust me with his beloved shell. Of course, he really just wanted me to dump the old leaves out of it.
If you're more than a trifle lost, the link will take you back to the 2016/2017 Christmas page. |
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